Caleb organized the medications and explained everything meticulously. "These are oral meds, three times a day after meals," he said.

Caleb noticed that Ben's eyes were fixed on Jamie. At that moment, his face was filled with worry and urgency.

"It's just a fever," Caleb reassured. "The shot's been given, the IV is running, and the meds are sorted. What else is there to worry about? I'll write out the steps for the IV change-"

Before Caleb could finish his sentence, Ben shot him a sharp look that cut him off immediately.

Fine, Caleb thought, throwing his hands up mentally. He would stay until the IV was done. Better that than risk being bombarded with Ben's relentless calls later if anything went wrong. Caleb simply wasn't up for that kind of torture. Although Jamie on the bed hadn't woken up, Caleb didn't want to stick around any longer. He had no interest in watching Ben fuss over her like some lovesick fool.

Not long after Caleb left, Jamie stirred. Seeing Ben sitting by her bedside, she blinked, thinking she must be hallucinating.

"Ben?" she croaked, her voice hoarse.

her hand in his. The

throat tight with unspoken words. Why was he here, this man who hated her, who

but her throat burned, and her voice

hit

thought she saw something familiar in his gaze. It was a tenderness that reminded her of the man she once loved. For

up. She was too weak to manage on her own, but he gently lifted her and propped pillows behind her back to make her more comfortable. Then he poured a glass of water, only to realize it wasn't warm enough, and

as comfortable as they could be. "Thank you," Jamie murmured as

taken aback. "Thank you" was the last thing

thank me," he replied, his voice low and measured. "If you died here, it

almost cold, but Jamie could hear the faint undercurrent

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