Without hesitation, Wilfred scooped Karina up and carried her back into the room, gently placing her on the bed.

He quickly grabbed a towel, soaked it in cold water, and carefully laid it across her burning forehead, trying to bring her fever down.

As he looked at her pale and vulnerable face, his emotions swirled into a complicated mess.

Sitting at her bedside, Wilfred silently watched over her, his thoughts wandering.

He recalled Karina's usual demeanor at the hospital-her diligent work ethic, the unwavering focus she showed while treating patients. Although she sometimes seemed shrouded in mystery, her commitment to her job was unmistakably genuine.

He also thought of the times they had worked side by side in the operating room, where her calm and professional composure made her an exceptional partner. That confident woman seemed worlds apart from the fragile figure lying before him now. "Is she really as calculated as she seems?" he wondered. "Or is there something deeper-some hidden reason behind her actions?"

stirred faintly in her feverish haze, her lips trembling as she mumbled, "I'm sorry, Dr. Wilfred... I didn't mean

his voice gentle as he asked, "Why did you do

she remained half-conscious, only muttering incoherent

a small sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing. Exhausted, he rubbed his temples and, unable to fight off the fatigue, drifted into a light sleep on the chair

*

across the room.

soundly. Though her face was still pale, the tight lines of pain had eased, and she no

to avoid

slightly wrinkled clothes and left a note on the bedside table, letting her know he was heading to the medical exchange alone.

the door closing pulled Karina from her restless sleep. She blinked groggily, her mind clouded as she struggled to

on the note Wilfred had left behind, and seeing his words only deepened her remorse. Determined to

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