He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 307

“What about Nyssa? She's dead set on leaving now and she's pulling all sorts of little stunts behind the scenes.”

What was said after that? Ottilie's mind grew hazy, and she couldn't make out the rest.

That night.

The wind suddenly picked up, rattling the windows violently.

Yorath woke to the sight of a fierce storm raging outside.

He got out of bed, walked over to her side, and checked her forehead.

She was burning up.

For a split second, Yorath thought he was imagining things.

He bent down and pressed his lips to her forehead. It was scorching hot.

In the past, no matter how severe Ottilie's fever got, her head had always remained cool.

He quickly flipped on the lights and called out anxiously, “Tilly.”

She didn't respond.

“Tilly.” Yorath gathered her into his arms, shaking her gently, but she remained completely unresponsive.

He whipped out his phone and dialed Elian's number. “Her condition just plummeted. Get to the hospital right now.”

Jevon was already awake and immediately called for the on-duty doctors.

After a battery of emergency tests, she was rushed straight into the ICU.

Yorath stood outside the observation window, watching Ottilie lie on the hospital bed, intubated and hooked up to a dozen different machines.

This was exactly how Mandy had looked when she died.

Ten days in the ICU, fighting for her life, only to be pronounced dead.

His older brother had been utterly destroyed by it.

Yorath's entire body trembled as he turned to Jevon.

“She just ate so much food... she was just chatting with me... asking about the survival show. She was getting better. She's not going to die, right?”

Jevon nodded firmly. “Right. She won't die.”

Receiving that definitive answer, Yorath finally managed to steady himself.

Elian had dragged himself out of bed in the dead of night, sprinting back to the hospital to join the resuscitation efforts.

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