Chapter 250 Feeding Medicine
Margaret was burning up with a fever, sprawled out on the seat, and groaned, "I feel like crap."
She wasn't just dealing with an allergic reaction; she had a fever too.
Seeing her like this, William's heart twisted with worry. After a quick think, he called up Harlan.
Harlan was in the middle of some fancy medical conference, about to give a speech, when his phone started buzzing like crazy. He peeked at the screen and saw it was William.
Harlan didn't waste a second and stepped out to take the call. "William, what's going on?"
"Get to Water Moon Estate. Now," William's voice was ice-cold.
"Is someone sick? How bad is it? Can it wait? I'm in a meeting. If..." Harlan glanced back at the conference room.
Before Harlan could finish, William cut him off, "Just get here, no questions."
"Alright," Harlan sighed and went to ask for leave.
After hanging up, William gently scooped Margaret up, his eyes full of worry and tenderness. "Margaret, hang in there. The doc's on his way."
Margaret leaned into William's chest, her whole body on fire. His cool chest felt like a refreshing oasis. Instinctively, she snuggled closer, rubbing against him.
Her unconscious movements sent a shiver through William, making his breath hitch. He took a deep breath, pushing away the weird feelings, and carried her back to the room, laying her carefully on the bed.
"I feel so awful, so hot," Margaret mumbled, her body burning and itching like she was on fire. She reached up to scratch her face.
William's strong hand grabbed hers, his voice firm. "Don't. Scratching will leave scars."
"It itches so much," Margaret pouted, looking miserable.
William had never seen her look so pitiful, and his deep eyes softened with heartache. He gently rubbed her cheek. "Margaret, hang in there a bit longer. The doc's almost here."
Just then, Harlan rushed in. Seeing William holding Margaret with such distress, he got the picture.
Every time William called him in a panic, it was always about Margaret. It was clear she meant a lot to William.
William must really care about her to be this freaked out.
"William, what's up with Ms. Scott?" Harlan asked, walking over.
"Quick, check on Margaret. She's having an allergic reaction," William said urgently, glancing at Harlan.
Harlan looked down at Margaret on the bed, seeing her covered in hives, red and swollen with tiny rashes.
Harlan frowned and said, "Ms. Scott's reaction is pretty bad. How did this happen?"
"She's allergic to platinum. Must've accidentally touched it," William said, his voice cold but his heart aching for Margaret. "Hurry up and treat her."
"Got it." Harlan nodded, pulling out some anti-allergy meds from his kit and prepping a shot. "I'll give her an anti-allergy injection first."
He bent down and jabbed the needle into Margaret's arm.
The sting made Margaret wince and try to pull her arm back. William quickly held her arm down, his voice unusually soft. "Margaret, hang in there. You'll feel better soon."
"All done," Harlan said, finishing up. He handed William a bottle of pills. "These are anti-allergy meds. Take three times a day, three pills each time."
William took the bottle, scrutinizing it. "Is this stuff legit?"
"Don't you trust my skills?" Harlan shrugged, a bit exasperated.
"But she's still burning up," William said, his eyes glued to Margaret with worry.
"The fever's from the allergy," Harlan explained with a smile. "Once the allergy's under control, the fever will drop."
"Really?" William frowned.
Harlan patted his shoulder. "Relax, she'll be fine. It's just an allergy; she'll bounce back in a few days."
"Alright." William nodded slightly.
"If that's all, I gotta bounce. Got a meeting to get back to," Harlan said, packing up his kit and checking the time.
After Harlan left, William looked down at Margaret. Her face was getting redder, her brows furrowed tight, and she was moaning, clearly uncomfortable.
"Margaret, how you holding up?" William gently held her hand, his voice full of concern.
Harlan had given her the shot, but she still looked so miserable.
Margaret, still out of it, mumbled, "I feel so awful, it itches so much."
"How about some medicine? It'll help," William coaxed gently. He sat by the bed, holding her and letting her head rest on his shoulder.
With one hand holding her, he opened the bottle with the other, took out a white pill, and tried to feed it to her.
"So bitter." Margaret pouted, turning her head away.
William gently held her head in place, scooped a spoonful of water, and fed it to her, coaxing softly, "Come on, drink it."
"No, it's bitter." Margaret furrowed her brows, spitting out the water and the pill.
'This isn't working.' William thought, looking down at her. He pondered for a moment, then dissolved another pill in a cup of warm water, stirring it well.
Taking a sip of the medicated water, William then held her head in place, leaned down, and pressed his lips to hers without hesitation.
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