Chapter 414 Wiping Him Down
One hand propped on the edge of the bed, the other supporting his chin.
Afraid of hurting him, and even more afraid of choking him, she fed him very slowly and carefully, not daring to press too hard on his lips, worried about breaking his already dry lips.
After a while, she heard Damian's slow swallowing.
As long as he was drinking, Ashley felt a bit relieved. She repeated the same action several times, and after almost finishing a glass of water, her mouth was already numb.
On the bed, Damian's dry lips had been moistened by the water, showing a hint of color. His sexy thin lips emitted a faint sheen, making one want to possess them at a glance.
Even in this state, he was still damn attractive.
Ashley patted her own face, not allowing her thoughts to wander. She dispelled the inappropriate thoughts from her mind, ran to the bathroom, washed a towel with cold water, wrung it out, and neatly placed it on his forehead.
Perhaps feeling the coolness, Damian's furrowed brows relaxed a bit, but his complexion still looked terrible.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but Ashley couldn't hear clearly, so she bent down closer to his mouth, "What did you say?"
Damian, in a daze and with a hoarse voice due to the high fever, sounding like it had been finely sanded, said, "Don't call a doctor."
His body temperature was high, and his breath was hotter than usual, like fire burning next to her ear, making her entire left ear feel scorched.
"You're running a fever of 105 degrees Fahrenheit, this is no joke. If we don't call a doctor, I don't know what to do. What if I give you the wrong medicine and it gets worse? Should I call Thomas over? How about that?"
In the last sentence, her voice unconsciously softened, like coaxing a child.
Even in this state, she couldn't go against his wishes.
Because Ashley didn't know if someone of Damian's status had to keep even a fever a secret from the outside world.
Damian lightly shook his head, as if even this small action took a lot of effort.
Seeing Damian so vulnerable for the first time, Ashley deeply realized that he wasn't as strong as she had imagined. He could get injured, break bones, and after getting caught in the rain, his resistance could weaken, leading to a high fever.
At this moment, Damian didn't have the aura of a god as the rumors said; he was just a patient who needed care, even more fragile than an average patient.
It made her heart ache.
"I won't call a doctor, and I won't tell anyone. You just lie down, and I'll get the medicine."
Ashley carefully checked the medication specifications on a medical app, placed the fever-reducing pill in his mouth, took a sip of water, and fed it to him.
Damian cooperatively swallowed. The pill probably caused discomfort as it went down his esophagus, making him frown deeply, then he obediently continued to sleep.
Looking at the harmless him, Ashley felt a bit strange.
This easily bullied, sick lion-like Damian seemed kind of cute.
But she quickly dismissed the inappropriate thought. No matter how cute, he was still a fiercely aggressive lion, and once he recovered, his lethality would be immense.
She changed the cold towel seven or eight times and used it to wipe his hands and feet.
An hour after administering the medicine, there was still no sign of the fever subsiding.
He went out in the heavy rain yesterday, his clothes were soaked, and he probably didn't keep warm in time. Maybe he started having a fever yesterday, which meant he had been burning for a long time?
It might not go down in a short time. What should she do now?
What if he got brain damage or tonsillitis?
Ashley had no experience taking care of someone with a high fever, so she could only recall the methods her mother used when she had a high fever.
When they first arrived in Sylvania, they didn't dare to see a doctor. Once, she had a high fever in the middle of the night, and her mother used physical methods to reduce the fever.
Thinking of this, Ashley didn't hesitate, she ran downstairs and opened the liquor cabinet.
The dazzling bottles of liquor, any one of them was expensive.
In an emergency, she couldn't ask for Damian's opinion, so she grabbed a bottle that seemed relatively inconspicuous and went back upstairs.
Using alcohol to repeatedly wipe the body could effectively reduce temperature, but the alcohol in the medical kit was used up, so Ashley could only pour the expensive liquor into her hand, rub her hands to warm them, and then touch him.
"Mr. Hearst, I'm going to wipe your body now. If you feel uncomfortable, just say so. I'll try to be gentle and not hurt you."
Even in a semi-comatose state, Damian was still a picky person. Ashley wasn't sure if he would be furious if he knew he was being handled like this when he woke up.
But Damian didn't give her any response. He seemed to be in a shallow coma, losing all perception of his surroundings.
Touching his burning forehead and his fever-reddened face, Ashley's nose almost stung with pain. She muttered softly, "You're not a three-year-old, how could you not know to change clothes after getting caught in the rain? You're a grown man and still managed to get a high fever."
Damian on the bed didn't move at all, completely like a lamb to be slaughtered.
Ashley sighed, her hands smelling strongly of alcohol, and reached under the blanket.
Her fingers touched Damian's firm chest, and she quickly pulled back.
He wasn't wearing anything underneath?
Looking at his still furrowed brows, knowing he couldn't see, Ashley's face still turned half red.
Not daring to lift the blanket, she could only feel her way around his body, her slender hands fitting against his firm chest, the heat rising, the smell of alcohol growing stronger, and Ashley's face getting hotter and hotter.
Every time she poured alcohol, rubbed her hands warm, and reached under the blanket again, she felt extremely ashamed. If it weren't for helping him reduce the fever, this behavior would be considered molestation.
What was worse, Damian had been working out for years, his muscles well-defined and tight, every touch felt damn good.
Her arms were sore, and she finished the upper part of the battle, moving to his lower limbs.
She thought she could avoid the high ground, but just as she was about to touch his thigh, he coughed heavily a few times, his body shaking, and her hand trembled, barely touching the hottest part.
The moment of contact was like an avalanche, directly touching without any barriers, like countless threads of lightning passing through, blasting her senses.
Ashley quickly moved her hand down, "Are you awake or still unconscious? Damian? Hey?"
The person on the bed didn't even make a sound of discomfort, let alone respond to her.
Ashley pursed her lips and began to carefully wipe his legs.
But that moist touch lingered on her hand like a ghost, unable to be forgotten for a long time.
Finally, she finished wiping one side of his body. Whether his fever had gone down was uncertain, but Ashley was sweating profusely, her dress soaked with sweat.
After tidying up the tools, Ashley looked at Damian, who was finally sleeping peacefully, and said angrily and regretfully, "Damian, I really owe you."
She was so aggrieved and angry. She came today with the mindset of a suicide squad to talk to him, but they didn't exchange a single word, and she ended up being his unpaid home nurse.
Two hours later, Damian's temperature had dropped a bit, but he was still very hot.
Ashley wet the towel again and started the second round of physical cooling from his chest.
With the previous experience, she wiped faster. To avoid getting too tired, she pressed one hand on the bed, leaned her body down, and rubbed along his tight muscles.
Just as her hand reached Damian's well-defined abs, a large hand suddenly grabbed her under the blanket, "Ashley? What... are you doing to me?"
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