The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 43

The Heiress He Underestimated

Chapter 43 Between Life And Death

The third day after the Chimera Protocol’s initiation was the worst.

Elera had read about cytokine storms in medical journals. She had studied the body’s violent immune responses to foreign invaders. She had even treated patients going through similar reactions during her years as Dr. Mystral. But reading about it in a sterile academic paper was nothing compared to watching it happen to someone you… to your patient. To your partner who is now your husband.

Drakonius’s fever had spiked to 104 degrees in the early hours of the morning. His body was at war with itself, unable to distinguish between the helpful viral vectors she had introduced and genuine threats. Simon had woken her at four AM, his usual calm cracking just enough for her to hear the edge of panic in his voice.

She had run down the hallway in her pajamas and bare feet, her heart hammering so hard she thought it might crack a rib.

The medical suite was in a chaos of controlled emergency. Anya was adjusting IV drips with swift, practiced movements. Another technician whose name Elera couldn’t remember was updating the monitors. And there, in the center of it all, Drakonius lay trembling under a mountain of blankets, his skin paper–white except for two spots of violent red high on his cheekbones.

“His temperature jumped three degrees in twenty minutes,” Simon said, thrusting a chart at her. “White blood cell count is through the roof. The inflammatory markers are…”

‘I can see them,” Elera cut him off, her eyes already scanning the numbers. They were bad. Very bad. But not catastrophic. Not yet. “Get me 500mg of methylprednisolone. We need to calm his immune system down before it tears him apart. And prep an ice bath. We have to bring that fever down manually.”

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