Chapter 45 He

Ava's POV
I felt like the blood in my whole body was frozen. Anger and fear made my whole body shake.
I flexed my elbows and slammed back hard. But the man behind me acted as if he knew what I was going to do. He avoided it very cleverly. He even freed his other hand to hold my wrist.
He moved very quickly. Honestly I have seen good hands, but not many people can reach such speed, one of them is Aaron, and the touch of fingers on the wrist and the smell of his body is so familiar that it makes me struggle to move a little slower.
Aaron?
I yanked the other man's palm off with one hand, and he didn't resist, which confirmed my suspicions even more.
It was great that nothing had gone wrong with him.
I felt relieved, but then I immediately thought that this man was supposed to be in the library right now receiving treatment.
No, the therapy should be over by now at this time. Maybe because of Adele he might have joined us in the kitchen for a turkey dinner and donuts. And yet here he is!
Here alone in a room with no lights on, and then leaving me alone in an empty library for at least two hours!
What's the matter with him?!
"Bertha."
His voice sounded close to my ear, low and hoarse.
"What happened?" I was surprised, "Are you hurt?"
But he didn't answer.
I sniffed and smelled what seemed to be a scent in the air, not a bad one, but very unfamiliar, not blood.
What was it?
"Aaron." I called his name again.
He whispered a low yes.
I turned around to see what had happened to him, the room was so dark I could barely see anything. But he stopped me.
I finally couldn't take it anymore, "What the hell is going on?" I knew I must be sounding very grumpy right now, "Didn't you say you would wait for me in the library? Why did the person who came only tell me about Adele?"
He didn't answer.
Just as I was about to say something more or simply punch him in the face, he suddenly spoke:
"Don't move, Bertha."
For the first time, I thought the name sounded surprisingly good coming from his mouth. Even though it was a fake name.
I stopped and then heard him say, "Let me hold you for a while."
I was almost about to laugh out loud with exasperation, "What Aaron, you think this is a hug?"
I'm sure he had picked up on the sarcasm in that statement, in normal times he wouldn't have said a word like he did now, but now he was silent as if he hadn't even heard it.
I can't understand what's going on with this man.
But what I could feel was the warmth of his fingers and his body in close contact with mine, hot and with a moist scent.
This scent is not really new to me.
I had met it once before, when he was in the shower.
Thinking about that memory, my heart beat violently again.
"Let go of me, okay?" I said as calmly as I could, "Do you know what you're doing right now?"
"I know." His voice got even hoarser, and after a pause he added, "Probably."
As he said that, I felt his arms tighten, and he wrapped both arms around my chest, his chin resting on my shoulder. Yeah, that's like a hug now, I'm sure.
It wasn't until this time that I finally felt that his body temperature had risen to an outrageous level. I honestly felt like I was getting burned.
"You're sick?"
A fever? Or something else wrong? Couldn't it be a relapse of the rage?
"Stop Aaron." I patted his arm and said gently, "Let me see what's wrong with you, do you have a fever?"
"Maybe it is." Probably because his head was buried in my shoulder, his voice sounded muffled and actually a little aggravated. The breath that flowed on my skin as I spoke made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but shake my shoulders.
Probably this action of mine caused him to misunderstand. I felt his body stiffen for a moment. Then he let go of his hand. It was as if he had been rejected. Backed up and then sat down on the sofa.
I felt some uneasiness and guilt in my heart. I felt like I was being a little too cold to him. After all, he might still be considered a patient now.
"Stop joking Ava, that's not how you treat other patients. Where did the title violent doctor come from?"
Misty tends to pop up at this time to tease me, and this time was no different, "Or is he the last of your tenderness?"
I didn't really want to pay attention to her, but she didn't need me to answer, and went on by herself again, "But it's okay, I don't think he needs it either, your last tenderness is better left to Kate, she surely needs it more than others. Of course, if you can, you can also give it to Adele, I see that little girl likes you very much, maybe you can also be friends after leaving."
These words made my brain, which was still boiling a bit, calm down again, and I once again clearly realized the current situation.
That's right, I was about to leave Blue Moon Pack and return to my wolf pack as an undercover agent who had completed his mission perfectly, and we would never have anything to do with each other again.
Maybe I mean maybe, with enough luck, when I return to the Bright Moon Pack, I can even put out the word that I'm back in the pack that expelled me before. And then write to Adele as the one who has been taken in again, saying that I have found a new place.
Maybe because I cured Aaron's illness, leaving the Blue Moon Pack can't be considered a betrayal, right? Probably this can also be used to finally talk to them about the conditions or something?
Of course, I knew that was unlikely.
I shake my head, trying to get these thoughts out of my head. Not far away Aaron's breathing got heavy again, which made me think that he might not be in a good condition right now, but anyway, it was not the right time to think about that.
"Aaron?" I fumbled forward trying to turn on a light, "Are you okay?"
"It's ......." He answered slowly.
"Then can you tell me where the light switch is in your room?"
I didn't think I had said anything terrible, but his response was intense, more intense than I could have imagined.
"No!" He practically yelled, and with a violent gasp, "Don't turn on the light!"
I admit to being taken aback.
"Okay, okay." I felt as if he was emotionally unstable and I didn't want to continue to irritate him now, especially at a time like this when it was not at all clear what was happening to him.
"Don't turn on the light, don't turn it on." He whispered, still panting.
"I didn't turn it on." I squinted, and after adjusting to the dimness of the room the moonlight through the window was able to see him sitting silhouetted on the couch, and he seemed to be bent over, cradling his head in his hands.
The movement made me tense for a moment.
"I won't turn on the lights." I continued to assure him, slowly approaching him, "But I'm worried about you, Aaron. Are you hurt? Or have you met some kind of trouble? Is there anything I can do to help?"
I spoke slowly, trying to make each word as clear as possible, to be able to make him understand completely, and to speak in such a way that could calm people a little in a state of tension, and I knew this.
Sure enough, he stopped repeating the words.
"Tell me what's wrong with you." I said, "Are you having a hard time?"
"I'm having a hard time." He repeated, "It's hard."
"What's hard?" I assumed this was the previous treatment doing its job; this binge relapse had apparently not made him lose his mind, and he was even able to control himself enough to know what was going on with him; the only trouble was that the physical aspect of the problem had not been completely resolved.
"I'm hot." He whispered, "Very hot, like it's about to explode."
Yes, I thought silently in my mind, just like before, with an elevated body temperature, which was due to his hormones and blood pressure rising, soaring, during the rampage.
"And?"
"There's more." He seemed to look up and think hard, "I feel like I can't control myself, my breathing, and my hands and feet, everything."
Unable to control myself, wanting to fight or destroy everything in front of me to vent the anger and rage in my heart.
"Breathe slowly." I was no more than a meter away from him, "Like I said before, relax yourself, okay? It's very safe here, there aren't any people you don't like or any of the things that will attack, no."
I saw him seem to slowly lean back on the couch.
"Remember what I said? Breathe slowly and follow my rhythm, one, two, three, you remember that, right?"
I wanted to make sure he was fully in control.
"Yes." He whispered.
I could hear his breathing gradually smoothing out.
"And besides that?" I continued, "Is there anything else that makes you feel bad?"
"The head." His voice was low, so low that I could barely hear it, "And the head, it's dizzy."
"It's caused by your blood pressure being too high." My tone lightened, "If you relax, you'll recover soon, you know that, right?"
"Yes." He replied.
"Now then, let me check your health this time." I touched myself, the bag was all there, "Can you turn on the light now?"
He was silent.
I waited patiently, I swear I've never been so patient in my life, except with Kate.
"It's the only way I can get a good look at your state. Okay?"
"Good." Aaron said, "The left wall."
I felt my way over to the left and found a switch, flicked it on, and then couldn't help but smile.
It was a light, but it was very small, and it was only used to illuminate that area of the coffee table.
But the good thing is that I can indeed see what state he is in now. I walked towards him and he was already lying on the couch, facing the ceiling with his eyes closed, not moving.
Sleeping?
I came to him and bent down and reached out my hand to see if he was still feverish. But the moment I reached out my hand, his eyes snapped open.
I felt my waist being pulled forward hard and my whole body fell on top of him. And his eyes, a red.