Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1293

"What are you apologizing for?" Sherilyn didn't find it undignified at all and quickly stood up. "Wait here, I'll go ask the nurse for a mobile IV stand."

Naomi wasn't there; Sherilyn had sent her to the hotel to get some rest. Candida and the others hadn't dared to leave but were dozing on reclining chairs in the hallway. Not wanting to disturb them, Sherilyn went to find a nurse herself.

She returned shortly, pushing an IV pole. She carefully transferred the bag from the hook on the wall to the pole, then bent down to help Nanson. "Alright, Nanson, let's get you up."

"Okay." Nanson didn't refuse, accepting her arm to steady himself as he stood. He felt much better now. He smiled at her. "I can stand on my own now."

"Good." Sherilyn let go, holding the IV pole instead. "I'll push this for you."

"Thanks."

When they reached the restroom door, Sherilyn obviously couldn't go in. "I'll wait out here for you," she instructed. "Just shout if you need anything."

"Got it." Holding his IV arm up with one hand, Nanson pushed the pole inside with the other. The blush of embarrassment on his cheeks slowly faded.

When he came out, Sherilyn was waiting right where he'd left her. Without a word, she took the IV pole from him and started pushing it, studying his face. "You're not feeling unwell, are you?"

"No," Nanson chuckled. "Just a little thirsty."

"Oh, that's my fault." Sherilyn laughed. "Silly me. I bought water but forgot to give it to you."

Back in the infusion room, she helped him lie down again. "Nanson," she said, immediately pulling a bottle from her bag. She twisted off the cap and handed it to him. "Here, electrolyte water."

"Thank you." Nanson took it with his free right hand and tilted his head back, gulping it down. He was dehydrated and felt incredibly thirsty. He drank too quickly and ended up choking.

"Cough, cough!"

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