“Matriarch!”
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Cameron burst in like a cannonball and rushed to her bedside. His voice could be heard from far away.
His eyes were red as he grabbed Rosalie’s hand and pressed it to his cheek, talking nonstop.
“You scared me!
“Next time, don’t push yourself like that, okay?”
With a noisy fox chattering by her ear, Rosalie’s heavy mood eased a little.
As he kept talking, her eyelids slowly drooped. Sick people got tired more easily.
Leon finally chased Cameron out and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.
Rosalie had just closed her eyes when the door opened again. It was Declan.
He walked to her bedside with his hands behind his back, head lowered.
After hesitating for a moment, he pulled something out and placed it into her arms. It was warm and still giving off heat.
Rosalie touched it. A hot water bottle?
She smiled at Declan and pointed at her throat, signaling that she couldn’t speak well right now.
Declan tucked the blanket around her, then said quietly, “Get some rest. I’ll come check on you later.”
Then he turned and left. Holding the warm bottle, Rosalie’s eyelids grew heavy. She soon fell asleep.
Sometimes she felt hot. Occasionally she felt cold. Someone stayed by her side, pulling the blanket over her again and again so her illness wouldn’t worsen.
In her hazy state, Rosalie found something cool. She pressed her face against it and refused to let it go.
Elijah sat by the bed, letting her cling to his hand.
Rosalie half-opened her eyes and murmured without thinking, “Elijah so cool … Don’t go.”
Elijah placed his free hand on her forehead. His voice was calm and cool. “Sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”
Rosalie tilted her head and fell asleep again.
“Matriarch, wake up.
“It’s time to drink your medicine.”
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Rosalie slowly opened her eyes. Leon was holding a bowl of oatmeal. He scooped up at spoonful, carefully blew on it, and fed her.
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