Sixty Seven

After a minute or so of wiping her face dry, Frederick helped her lay well on the bed, placing the bowl on the nightstand and then covering her body with her blanket, he made sure there was enough space for her to breathe. He didn't move an inch away from her side, hoping that somehow, his presence will help keep her warm while he thinks of what you do with her. He either calls a doctor or takes her to the hospital, he soothes to call the doctor because that's what seems like the right thing to do, unfortunately, he had left his phone in his car.

He stood up to go get it but felt a grip on his hand, turning, he saw Kristen gripping his hand unconsciously and mumbling coherent words.

His heart clenched when he saw how weak she looked. Her face was contorted in pain and she was clearly fighting whatever it was. Her eyes were closed tight. Her body was still shivering so badly. He sighed as he kneeled beside her. He wanted to hold her close, wrap her in a blanket and give her the be