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

voice gentle as he asked, "Why did you do it?

half-conscious, only muttering

on, Wilfred continued tending to her. Gradually, her temperature began to drop, and her breathing evened out. Seeing her fever finally subside, he exhaled a small sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing. Exhausted, he

*

through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Wilfred stirred awake, his

who was still sleeping soundly. Though her face was still pale, the tight lines of pain

to avoid

table, letting her know he was heading to the medical exchange alone. With that,

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

fell on the note Wilfred had left behind, and seeing his words only deepened her

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