Chapter 603 My Boyfriend is Sick
From the chaotic sounds Ophelia was making, Brooklyn could pretty much guess what her place looked like.
So, he grabbed his medical kit, floored the gas pedal, and sped to her apartment.
When he arrived at the building, Brooklyn couldn't help but be taken aback by the sight of Ophelia's place. She was just an ordinary rookie cop, still in her probation period. With the salary of an Aucester police officer, there was no way she could afford such a place, not even rent it.
It seemed Ophelia came from a well-off family.
When Ophelia saw Brooklyn, she clung to him like a lifeline, more excited than if she had seen her own parents. "Dr. Mitchell, you're finally here! You have to check on him, he looks terrible!"
Brooklyn calmly opened his medical kit and instructed, "Don't panic. A cold and fever aren't life-threatening, and Zach is a grown man with a stronger immune system than a child. It's not as bad as you think."
Ophelia was sweating with anxiety, her pajamas soaked in the back. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have made him go on patrol with me last night. He gave me his jacket, and that's why he caught a cold. I'm so stupid!"
Zach weakly opened his eyes and saw Brooklyn. His dry lips moved slightly. "I told her it was nothing, but she still called you. It's so late..."
"Alright, no need for formalities between us. Just rest. I'll help bring your fever down. Are you allergic to any antibiotics? Penicillin?"
Zach shook his head. "No allergies."
"Good. Your temperature is a bit high. I'll give you an injection to bring it down." Brooklyn took out the intravenous injection kit, but the injection site was a bit awkward.
Although doctors were supposed to be professional, pulling down someone's pants... Brooklyn was a bit unsure how to proceed.
Ophelia, seeing Brooklyn hesitate after drawing the medication, urgently asked, "Dr. Mitchell, what are you waiting for? Give him the shot."
Brooklyn pointed to Zach's lower body. "Intravenous injection... You know."
Zach's face turned red, whether from the fever or embarrassment.
Ophelia, who had been frantic, finally realized the situation. She rolled up her pajama sleeves, revealing her slender arms. "I'll do it!"
"Alright."
Brooklyn thought Ophelia meant she would help position Zach, just enough to pull down his pants a bit. But to her surprise, Ophelia, with unexpected strength, flipped Zach over onto his stomach with a single motion.
"Done!"
Zach grunted but didn't complain.
Well, at least with his face down, no one could see how red it was.
Brooklyn chuckled dryly, "Ms. Montague, you never cease to amaze me."
Ophelia clapped her hands. "This is nothing. Back in police academy, I carried sandbags heavier than him!"
Zach remained silent.
Brooklyn couldn't help but twitch her eye. "You're quite the powerhouse. Now, the pants."
Ophelia, now in full action mode, briskly responded, "Got it!"
She yanked down Zach's pajama pants with a swift motion, leaving him in just his underwear, which tightly outlined his well-toned physique.
Zach had a great build, every muscle well-defined. Seeing him like this, Zach stayed silent. He pretended to be unconscious.
Brooklyn was impressed by Ophelia's indifference to Zach's feelings.
She pulled the blanket up to cover Zach's thighs, then carefully administered the injection.
After the injection, Brooklyn pressed a cotton ball with iodine on the site to stop the bleeding. "Ms. Montague, come press here. Once it stops bleeding, you can let go."
Ophelia, used to rough and tumble in the police academy and working mostly with men, had little concept of modesty. "You hold it. You're the doctor, you know better."
Brooklyn's heart skipped a beat. Though she was a doctor, she couldn't... well, with Ophelia's straightforwardness, Brooklyn couldn't be shy.
"I'll get you some water. I forgot to offer you any earlier. It's your first time here, and it's for a medical emergency. I'm really sorry!" Ophelia went to get water.
Brooklyn didn't even have time to say, "It's nothing."
Before she could pour the water, Ophelia's phone rang with an urgent, monotonous ringtone she had set for her captain, Joseph.
"Joseph, it's late. Don't tell me you need me to work overtime! My boyfriend is sick!"
"Get to the station now. We just received a package from Averlake. Guess what's inside? You'll be so excited you won't eat, drink, or think about your boyfriend for six months!"
Ophelia rubbed her nose, setting the half-poured water down.
"What's in it?" Ophelia asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Evidence! And it's related to a case from twenty years ago! I want to kiss the person who sent it..." Joseph's words were cut off by a cough.
"Alright! I'm on my way!"
Hanging up, Ophelia dashed to the bedroom, almost slipping but catching herself on the doorframe. "Dr. Mitchell, I need to go to the station. Can you take care of Zach for me? I'll be back as soon as I can!"
Seeing her urgency, Brooklyn stood up and grabbed her arm. "Ms. Montague, can you calm down a bit? Drive carefully, okay?"
"Don't worry, I've got this!" Ophelia quickly changed clothes, her long legs taking her to the bed in three strides. She gently patted Zach's shoulder. "Listen to Dr. Mitchell. She's more professional than me. You'll get better soon."
Zach mumbled, "Be careful. Grab some fast food if you're out late."
"Got it, got it. I'm off."
Like a whirlwind, Ophelia left, leaving behind a sick boyfriend and a doctor.
Brooklyn packed up the medical kit and couldn't help but laugh. "Zach, you and Ms. Montague really complement each other. You're always so steady, and she's so decisive."
Seeing their dynamic was both amusing and endearing.
Zach struggled to turn over, pulling up his pants under the blanket. His face still showed traces of embarrassment, his eyes red from the fever.
"She's great, just a bit too impulsive. She's much better now than before. I worry about her job; it's too dangerous. Probably because of her work, she gets treated like one of the guys."
Brooklyn pulled the blanket up to cover him. "She's lucky to have you care for her so much."
Zach smiled broadly but didn't respond directly. "You should head home. It's late."
Brooklyn stood up, looking around the bedroom. The white decor, stylish carvings, and high-end furniture were all expensive.
"I promised to take care of you, so I will. Lie down, I'll get you some water."
Zach didn't refuse. "Thank you."
Brooklyn helped Zach sit up and put a jacket over his shoulders. "Drink this, then get some rest. You'll feel better tomorrow."
Zach held the warm cup, nodding obediently. "Okay."
Time seemed to loop back. Watching her by his bedside, he remembered when he had once climbed through a window to help her with a fever.
He chuckled softly. "Brooklyn, it pays to do good deeds."
"What do you mean?"
Zach sipped the water, the bitterness of his cold making it taste sweet. "Good deeds come back to me. It's nice."
Not understanding his cryptic words, Brooklyn checked his temperature with the back of her hand.
Feeling her touch, Zach's throat tightened.
Even though he had made peace with his feelings, her closeness still made his heart flutter.
"You're still a bit warm. Lie down, I'll watch over you."
"Alright." He obediently lay down, closing his eyes in peace.
Meanwhile,
"Who sent the evidence? Can we trace it?" Ophelia asked, flipping through the documents in the manila envelope.
"No, they didn't want to be found. The sender used a printed address, and there are too many fingerprints. The package passed through too many hands, and the contents were wiped clean of prints," Joseph replied, examining a photo.
"Strange! We really lucked out," Ophelia muttered, her eyes narrowing as she read through a document. "Joseph, the case mentioned is almost thirty years old. It was a cold case back then. Reopening it won't be easy."
Joseph nodded, still focused on the photo. "It's tough, but not impossible. The man in this photo, I'm sure, is the one who was shot in the rain last time. He's connected to the Pemberton family murder from thirty years ago."
Ophelia's frown deepened. "Alaric lost everything in a business war, and his long-time girlfriend left him. What a tragic fate. But can we still find this unnamed girlfriend?"
"By following the address and interviewing people who knew Alaric, we can find her. She might be the key to the whole case," Joseph suggested.
Frank, with his droopy eyebrows, sighed. "Joseph, Ophelia, it's been thirty years. We can't even be sure she's still alive."
Ophelia slapped the document on the table. "She's alive. The person who sent the evidence is close to her and didn't want to expose her directly. If I'm right, this woman is probably in a position where she can't be easily moved."
"Thirty years ago, Alaric's girlfriend must have been a beauty. Such a woman would seek a powerful man. She's likely a wealthy socialite now," Joseph speculated.
Frank scratched his head. "So, where do we start?"
Ophelia tapped her fingers on the table. "Looks like I need to take a trip to Averlake."
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