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Chapter 15: Fevered touches

Author: Claire Lemaire
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I stood in Ethan's doorway watching Dr. Morales place his notepad on the bed. Linen drapes filtered late-morning sunlight that poured into the room, lighting it in gentle, subdued colors, a haven of peace in the wake of yesterday's storm.

“Mr. Blackwell's vitals are normal," Dr. Morales said briefly, reassuringly. He took the stethoscope off his neck and looked at me. "He overworked himself to the point where his body broke down. The fever that put him out is an eye-opener. He's going to have to have strict bed rest for the rest of the week, no work, no stress. Okay?”

I nodded, a wave of relief washing over me. "No problem. I'll make sure he gets adequate rest."

Dr. Morales smiled at me warmly. "Keep him hydrated, take his temperature twice a day, and page me if there's a change. Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow."

He stowed his medical bag and continued on, leaving silence behind him. I shut the door carefully and stepped inside.

Ethan lay half-submerged in the duvet, chest rising an
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