Exiled Villainess: They Threw Me Out, Now Every Beastman Wants Me novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Stubborn Patient

Ermin had collapsed from a fever.

By the time Tera reached him, his skin was burning to the extent that when Tera touched his forehead, she quickly yanked her head back.

"Get him inside. Now."

The beast men carried him to the nearest completed shelter, and Tera was already running through options in her head. She had no medicine, no herbs prepared, and no idea what was even wrong with him.

She had watched beast men shrug off injuries that would have hospitalised a human. For one of them to collapse from a fever meant something was seriously wrong.

Ermin was laid in a layer of moss and fur bedding, and she knelt beside him, pressing a strip of wet fur to his forehead to cool him down.

’System. What is wrong with him?’

[Scanning...]

[Diagnosis: Exhaustion-induced fever compounded by prolonged stress on the imprint bond]

[Ermin has been actively suppressing and resisting the bond for some time now]

[Sustained resistance to it has created physiological strain]

[His body has been under constant low-level stress that has now reached a critical point due to added physical strain]

’Then what can I do? Surely you have medicine for the fever in the shop?’

[Advanced medicinal compounds are available in Tier 3]

[Surgical tools and healing accelerants are in Tier 18]

’The fuck am I using surgical tools for?! Do I look like a freaking surgeon?!’

[This system did not design the pricing structure]

’Of course, the good stuff is locked behind tiers I can’t reach yet.’

[This system can help you source fever-reducing herbs]

[The panther’s body simply needs time and adequate rest with Host nearby]

Tera rushed out to pick some herbs with the system’s help.

She had ground them into two separate pastes. One to smear on Ermin’s chest, and the other for him to drink.

Tera returned to the shelter and, using a water skin, which will sadly be forever used for the herbs due to the lingering taste in the sac, she filled it with the paste and water mixture and gave Ermin.

She slightly tilted his head up to support him.

His body was already damp with sweat, and he was heavier than she expected.

"Ermin. Open your mouth."

His eyes cracked open, glassy and unfocused. "What... is that?"

"Medicine. Drink it."

"Where did you—"

"Drink!"

He was too weak to argue. His lips parted, and she tipped the liquid carefully into his mouth. His face twisted at the bitterness, but he swallowed.

Tera lowered his head back down, her hand lingering at the back of his neck for a moment longer than necessary. His skin was still burning, but the tonic was supposed to work gradually.

She wrung out the wet cloth again and pressed it against his forehead, his cheeks, the sides of his neck. Her movements were careful, deliberate, gentle in a way that would have shocked anyone who had known the old Tera.

Ermin lay there with his eyes half-closed, watching her through the fever haze.

Her hands were soft.

He had been touched by this female before — in the cave, during heat and need. Those touches had been charged with other things. This one was different, there was more care poured into it, and Ermin felt touched.

When her thumb brushed the edge of his ear, a ripple of warmth went through him that had nothing to do with the sickness.

He wanted her to keep touching him.

’Well, dang!’ Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

’I would glue my ass to this spot if need be!’

It was strange seeing Ermin act so clingy. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

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