Chapter 565 Don’t Leave Me, Dee
For a moment, Deirdre even thought she was touching a block of ice. It jolted her into a
realization of what might have happened. Alarmed, she tried to shake him awake.
“Brendan Brighthall, wake up! Now!”
He answered her with a painful whimper. She tried to touch his face.
It was feverish.
There was no way he did not have a fever. The man was already halfconscious—if she
left him like this, the worst could very well happen.
Deirdre felt as though her mind had blanked. It took her effort to wake herself out of her
panic and feel her way out of the room. She finally felt the door of her neighbor and
opened it.
A stranger opened it with marked annoyance.
“E-Excuse me! I don’t want to bother you, but I am blind and need your help. My friend
has a nasty fever right now, so can you help me call the front desk so they can send a
staff member up to our room?”
Few people could decline to help a beautiful woman in need-especially on something as
urgent as this. The stranger called the front desk without further ado and comforted
Deirdre. “Chill, okay? It’s easy to get a fever in weather like this. Your friend will be
alright.”
After a crude examination, the staff came and confirmed Brendan was suffering from a
fever. Unfortunately, there was little they could do given their circumstances.
“The rain is still pouring out there, miss, and the nearest hospital isn’t near at all. If we
drive him there right now… It might just worsen his condition. My suggestion? We’ll give
him some medicine to cool down his fever and turn the AC up. You’ll have to watch over
him until morning when the rain should stop. We’ll then send your friend to the hospital
first thing. Sounds good?”
Deirdre could only nod. ‘Thank you.”
“Just doing my part, miss.”
The front desk sent warm water and medicine soon enough. Deirdre received them, set
them on the table, hesitated momentarily, and began to undress Brendan. She might be
too blind to see anything, but she could feel, including his private bits. She could feel
everything.
The entire process made her sweat, reminding her in dismay that her shower had been
for nothing. She was not in the mood to shower again, though, so she sat on the bedside
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