Chapter 795 She Actually Said Thank You
Saskia was in bad shape. She still hadn't fully recovered from the knife wound she got saving Nathaniel, and now, thanks to Amy's nonsense, she had a fever of 103 degrees.
Saskia lay in bed, out of it. The maid who brought her food saw her lying there, not moving, and freaked out, thinking she was dead. She ran to tell Nathaniel, panicking. "Mr. Egan, Ms. Fuller looks like she's dead."
"What did you say?" Nathaniel jumped up, his eyes fierce as he stared at the maid.
The maid couldn't look Nathaniel in the eye. She'd never seen him so worked up before. His face was pale, and his eyes were all over the place.
He rushed out of his study, stumbling as he ran. When he burst into Saskia's room, he saw she was just asleep, though her breathing was fast and her forehead was drenched in sweat.
Nathaniel noticed her flushed cheeks. He touched her forehead and felt it burning hot.
He immediately called Quincy, his voice urgent. "Quincy, get over here right now. Someone's got a high fever!"
Quincy sighed. "Am I your personal doctor? It's just a fever. Don't you have any fever reducers in your medicine cabinet?"
Pearl got sick, and Oscar called her. Then Desiree fell ill, and Harold called her. Now Nathaniel's girl was sick. Wait, girl? Quincy's eyes lit up. "Nathaniel, is it a woman with the fever? Is it your ex-girlfriend?"
"Just get here. I can't find the medicine, and it's serious." Nathaniel's tone was so urgent that Quincy knew if he didn't go, Nathaniel would drag him there himself.
Quincy grumbled, "Fine, I'm coming!"
He grabbed his medical kit and hurried to Nathaniel's place. When the maid led him to the room, Quincy saw Saskia lying on the bed, her face flushed. It was clearly a fever.
Quincy quickly prepared an injection and said, "Turn her over."
"An injection in the butt?" Nathaniel frowned.
Pulling down Saskia's pants would mean Quincy seeing her bare butt. Nathaniel's face darkened, and a menacing vibe surrounded him.
Quincy, sensing Nathaniel's hesitation, also frowned. "Hurry up. Do you want to bring her fever down or not? Or do you plan to do it yourself?"
Quincy handed the syringe to Nathaniel. Without a word, Nathaniel took it. He had military training and knew how to handle emergencies.
Nathaniel gave the injection without any sign of panic. Quincy was annoyed because Nathaniel blocked his view, preventing him from seeing anything.
He said, "If you're so capable, why did you call me?"
Saskia was so out of it from the fever that she didn't react to the injection at all.After finishing, Nathaniel tossed the syringe into the trash. "I only know how to do that. You need to prescribe some meds and set up an IV."
Quincy rolled his eyes. "Am I the doctor, or are you?"
He got the medicine ready and set up the IV, explaining everything to Nathaniel. "These are the pills. Take them three times a day after meals."
Quincy noticed Nathaniel's anxious gaze fixed on Saskia. To Nathaniel, even Saskia's minor issues were major.
Quincy remarked, "It's just a fever. The injection will help, and the IV is set up. I've prescribed the medicine. What else are you worried about? I'll write down the schedule for the IV. I'll show you how to handle it, then I'll leave..."
Before he could finish, Nathaniel's glare shut him up.
Quincy decided to stay until the IV was done. He didn't want to deal with Nathaniel's constant calls if something went wrong.
After Quincy left, Saskia woke up. Seeing Nathaniel by her bed, she thought she was hallucinating.
"Nathaniel?" She instinctively reached out, and Nathaniel took her hand.
The realness of his touch and the warmth of his palm made her realize it wasn't a hallucination.
Saskia was at a loss for words. Nathaniel, who hated her and wanted her dead, was now by her side.
"I..." Saskia's voice was hoarse and painful.
"Don't talk. Your fever was almost 104 degrees. Do you want some water? I'll get you some." Nathaniel's voice was unusually gentle.
The tenderness in his eyes made Saskia feel like she was back in their passionate days, when Nathaniel cared for her deeply.
Nathaniel wasn't just talking. He helped Saskia sit up, propping her up with a pillow.
He poured her a glass of water, then decided it was too cold and got her some warm water instead.
Despite being confined, her room had everything she needed.
Saskia said, "Thank you."
Nathaniel was surprised to hear her say that.
"You don't need to thank me. If you died here, it would be a problem for me." His voice was low and raspy, convincingly explaining.
Saskia didn't expect Nathaniel to fall in love with her again. But she was genuinely grateful for his care.
She said, "Regardless, you helped me. Without you, I might have died."
She was sick from worrying about Benjamin and Azalea.
Nathaniel didn't expect her gratitude. His heart felt heavy.
Saskia said, "Your fiancée and your mother don't like me. You should let me go. If this gets out, you could lose your law license."
Nathaniel replied, "Wouldn't that be good for you?"
If he lost his license, things would be serious. Saskia could then accuse him of anything.
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