Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 710

Bennett remained calm. He walked to the bed and felt Yvonne's forehead. It was indeed scorching; her temperature had to be over 102 degrees.

He wrapped Yvonne tightly in her blanket, lifted her into his arms, and strode out of the room.

Bennett's car sped to the nearest hospital.

Because Yvonne's fever wouldn't break, the doctor ran some tests and admitted her immediately.

"The high fever was caused by severe exposure to the cold," the doctor explained. "She's had heart surgery before, right? It's a good thing you brought her in when you did. If this had developed into myocarditis, it would have been serious."

Bennett asked, "When will her fever break?"

"It should come down after the IV drip, but she probably won't wake up until tomorrow morning. The patient will need to stay for at least a week. Hospital policy only allows one family member to stay overnight, so any non-essential visitors should leave."

The assistant rushed around, handling Yvonne's admission paperwork.

When she returned to the room, Yvonne was still unconscious, with Bennett sitting quietly by her bedside, watching over her.

"Mr. Thompson, the hospital only allows one person to stay. You should go home and rest. I can stay here with Yvonne," the assistant said timidly, placing the admission forms on the nightstand.

Mr. Thompson's presence was so commanding that she felt nervous just speaking to him.

However, Bennett was well-mannered and very approachable.

"I'll stay with her tonight. You can go home," he said. Though his tone was mild, his authority was undeniable, leaving no room for argument.

The assistant nodded quickly and hurried away.

Bennett stayed by Yvonne's bedside all night.

After two IV bags, Yvonne's temperature finally began to drop. When a nurse came to check on her, her temperature was 99.5°F—still a low-grade fever.

"She's still running a slight fever. You'll need to monitor her temperature through the night. If it spikes again, call a doctor immediately," the nurse instructed Bennett.

The doctor walked to the station, picked up a chart, and began flipping through it. "All of you, watch what you say," he said without looking up. "You should know what is and isn't appropriate to discuss. You don't want to get into trouble over careless words."

With that, he walked away with the chart. The nurses, now silent as church mice, returned to their work, the gossip having come to an abrupt end.

Bennett watched over Yvonne all night. The next morning, she finally woke up.

She opened her eyes to a blinding white light.

Yvonne instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes, squinting.

"You're awake?" Bennett stood up and gently touched her forehead. "The fever's finally gone."

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Fever? Did I have a fever?" Yvonne finally adjusted to the light. Her head was throbbing, and her gaze felt sluggish. "Ben, what are you doing here? Is this... a hospital?"