Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 696

Caught in the gaze of two men, what they saw was her leaning against a pillar, cheeks flushed, body trembling, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

“Roseanne? Roseanne?! Are you okay?” Owen Reynolds tried to rouse her.

However, the woman's eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes fluttering uneasily, barely awake and visibly distressed.

Owen’s heart sank as he touched her forehead…

“This isn’t good! Roseanne’s temperature is skyrocketing. If it keeps up, she might not make it until help arrives.”

Corley couldn’t help but lose his temper, “Do you think I don’t know that? But we’re out of options here, what the hell can we do?”

No fever medicine, no heater, not even a decent shelter from the wind.

Owen glanced at him, then stretched out a hand, flat, at a right angle to his body.

Corley: “What are you doing?”

Owen didn’t reply immediately, but after a few seconds, he withdrew his hand, explaining, “The wind’s coming from the northwest. If we move her behind that pillar over there, it won’t block the wind completely, but at least it’ll be at her back and not blowing directly on her.”

“Alright.” Corley immediately followed suit.

After they moved her, he instinctively looked at Owen: “What now? I’ve got a lighter. We could find some dry branches to start a fire.”

“No way,” Owen shook his head. “Look north and south, there are smoke detectors. If we start a fire and set those off, the whole area will be drenched.”

Hearing the word “alarm,” Corley froze.

“So, what do we do? What can I do?”

Owen raised an eyebrow: “Will Mr. Sullivan follow my lead?”

“Heh,” he smirked, “What choice do we have? I might not like you, but I’m not blind to the urgency.”

Owen looked at him for a few seconds, “I’ve got some fever reducer in my bag. Find it, then mix it with hot water and give it to her.”

Corley: “You have medicine?! Why didn’t you say something sooner?!”

“You never asked.”

“…”

After some rummaging, Corley found the medicine, “Is this it?”

“Yeah, follow the dosage instructions.”

As Corley administered the medicine to Roseanne, Owen pulled out some gauze and alcohol from his bag.

He then began tearing the gauze into strips.

Corley frowned, “What are you doing?”

“Using the alcohol to wipe her palms, forehead, and behind her ears. Maybe we can bring the fever down physically.” Owen continued his work as he spoke.

Corley, having finished giving Roseanne the medicine, came over to help.

One tore the gauze, the other soaked it in alcohol, wiping Roseanne’s palms.

The storm abruptly ceased, and the world seemed momentarily silent.

Two men, typically at odds, found an unprecedented harmony in their actions, their cooperation seamless.

Half an hour later, Owen checked Roseanne’s temperature again.

“How is she?” Corley, sweating profusely, asked.

“It’s down…”

“Thank God.”

“But not by much, she’s still feverish.”