Chapter 234 Awkwardness
George suddenly hugged Susan, causing her hand to tremble and spill the water in her cup.
Feeling George shake, Susan realized he had a high fever. She quickly helped him lie down and covered him with a blanket.
"Don't go!" George mumbled in his sleep, gripping Susan's wrist tightly.
Susan frowned and tried to free her wrist but couldn't. Seeing him so out of it, her heart softened, and she sat by the bed, letting him hold on.
After half an hour, George started shivering and muttering, "Cold, so cold."
Susan touched his forehead, still dry and hot. She knew a high fever without sweating was bad news.
She pried his hand off and grabbed another blanket from the next room, hoping it would help him sweat.
However, George kept tossing and turning, murmuring, "Cold, so cold." Susan grew more worried.
Gently patting his cheek, she said, "George, you have a high fever. We need to get you to the hospital. Wake up!"
George didn't respond, just hugged her tighter, repeating, "Don't go, don't leave me."
Under the dim light, Susan looked at George, who seemed so vulnerable and childlike, and hesitated.
George had always been there for her, saving her in dangerous times. Without him, she wouldn't be where she was, nor would her child, Spring, be healthy and happy.
Grateful and indebted, Susan hugged him back and whispered, "I'm not leaving. I'll stay with you."
George's grip tightened, holding her closer.
Susan didn't pull away. She covered them both with the thick blanket, hoping he'd sweat out the fever.
Feeling his feverish face against her neck, she wasn't sure if this was right but felt she had to do it to ease her guilt.
She held him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.
By three in the morning, George finally broke into a sweat, and his fever went down.
Susan's pajamas were soaked. She made him drink water every hour to prevent dehydration.
When George's fever broke, he woke up. Embarrassed, Susan quickly got out of bed.
This time, George didn't grab her wrist to stop her.
Susan quickly put on her shoes and left.
Hearing the door close softly, George opened his eyes. Susan had left a dim wall lamp on for him.
He rested his head on his arms, staring at the ceiling with a happy smile.
Yesterday afternoon, George had been cursing the sudden cold. By the time he got home from work, every muscle in his body ached, leaving him practically immobile in bed.
But now, he thought the cold came at the perfect time, especially the high fever, which brought unexpected benefits.
George pulled the blanket up to his nose, inhaling Susan's lingering scent, a pleasant aroma that made him reminisce.
Susan returned to her apartment, checked on the sleeping Spring, and then took a shower.
The hot water washed away the mixed sweat from her and George, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable. The warm water also calmed her fluttering heart.
Half an hour later, Susan came out in a bathrobe, drying her hair.
Hearing the noise, Serenity came out in her pajamas. Seeing Susan, she asked, "Ms. Wilson, showering so early? How's Mr. Anderson?"
Susan blushed slightly. While she knew Serenity didn't mean to imply anything, Susan couldn't shake off the awkward feeling. "His fever just went down. He's too heavy for me to move, so I broke a sweat and took a shower," she replied.
"Mr. Anderson is tall and strong. It's natural you couldn't move him. It's good his fever went down. I was wondering why you didn't come back all night," Serenity smiled as she posed the awkward question.
Susan quickly explained, "He was delirious from the fever. I was afraid something might happen, so I stayed until his fever broke. I had to cover him with several blankets before he started sweating."
Feeling embarrassed, Susan avoided eye contact and excused herself, saying she was tired and needed sleep.
Having gone to bed at four, Susan was exhausted and slept until eight. When she saw the time, she panicked. She hadn't been late for work in months.
Rushing, she quickly got up, splashed her face with water, and was about to dash out the door without grabbing breakfast."Ms. Wilson, at least have some breakfast," Serenity said, setting the table.
"No time, I'll just grab something on the way," Susan replied hastily, changing her shoes at the door.
Seeing this, Serenity handed her a piece of bread. "Take this with you. You can't survive the morning on an empty stomach."
"Thanks, Serenity," Susan said with a smile, taking the bread and leaving.
Standing by the elevator, she quickly nibbled on the bread. Just then, the door across the hall opened!
Seeing George's door open, Susan's heart skipped a beat. After last night, she felt awkward facing him.
Although George was delirious, Susan knew he was somewhat conscious, especially after his fever broke. He had definitely woken up.
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