Chapter 58 A Night of Care

"Violet!" Wesley reached out, swept her into his arms, and rushed to the bedroom, stopping only at the bedside. She was drenched. He couldn't lay her on the bed like this. No time to hesitate. Wesley quickly removed her soaked clothes, dried her with a towel, then laid her gently on the bed and covered her with a blanket. He pressed his hand to her forehead. Scorching! Her fever was dangerously high. "Haah—haah—" Violet exhaled hot, ragged breaths, struggling to breathe. Slowly, she opened her weak eyes and saw the man beside her. "You… help me… get the syringe," she whispered, barely audible. "Where?" "In the… drawer." She pointed weakly. Wesley yanked open the drawer, grabbed the syringe, and returned to the bed, already lifting the blanket. "I'll… do it myself!" Violet reached for it, but her vision blurred—she saw two, then three syringes. "You're in no condition to inject yourself," Wesley frowned. "No… I can manage." She reached again. This wasn't something to gamble with. He cou