Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 150

Entering the room, Ethan stood silently by the doorway, watching the two doctors examine Natalie. The doctor began by checking her temperature and reported, “39.5 degrees.”

In the grip of a high fever, Natalie murmured incoherently, her words indiscernible. Ethan’s anxiety grew, prompting him to ask, “How is she doing?”

The doctor replied honestly, advising. “Miss Natalie has a dangerously high temperature. She requires an intravenous saline solution. After administering the injection, I will have a nurse stay with her. As both of us are males, it would be inappropriate to remain in the room. Furthermore, her inability to speak means she won’t be disturbed.*

Ethan understood the reasoning. He could see Natalie’s discomfort from his vantage point at the doorway. Her brow furrowed in pain. Recognizing his limitations as a male attendant, he realized it would be impractical for him to assist with tasks such as body care. If he attempted to do so, he could risk compromising his well–being for the following day. “In that case, please make yourselves comfortable on the living room sofa. Wait until Miss Natalie’s temperature subsides, and then you can leave.”

The doctor nodded in agreement, saying, “Very well, I will start the saline infusion. As he began the procedure, he instructed the mute nurse, “You can stay in the room and attend to her. Wipe her arms and forehead with a damp cloth to help lower her temperature and make her more comfortable. Her fever is quite high.”

The tall nurse listened attentively, nodding in understanding. Satisfied with the plan, Ethan followed the doctor out of the room and closed the door behind them. The room became tranquil, leaving Natalie in the nurse’s care.

By closing the door, Ethan intended to ensure privacy, especially if there was a need to attend to Natalie’s physical needs.

The woman on the bed occasionally furrowed her brow and turned her head. Her murmured words were indiscernible. Her cheeks, flushed with fever, had resembled a delicate blush, revealing her discomfort. In response to her distress, the nurse entered the bathroom and filled a basin with warm water. She dipped a towel into the soothing liquid and gently wiped the woman’s forehead. Her movements had been delicate and cautious, as if she had handled a fragile treasure with utmost care. Natalie’s body radiated intense heat. In her search for comfort, she reached out her pristine arm. The nurse delicately clasped her tiny hand and offered a comforting grip. Starting from the wrist, she carefully wiped the arm, proceeding to the palm. Her gaze remained fixed on the woman lying on the bed, unwavering in her care. After the gentle wiping, she tucked Natalie’s arm under the blanket, ensuring she was warmly wrapped.

After approximately half an hour, the saline solution began to take effect. The rosy flush on Natalie’s cheeks gradually subsided, and the furrow between her brows relaxed slightly. With her eyes closed, she softly murmured words that were difficult to discern.

Drawing closer, the nurse reached out to arrange the stray strands of hair on Natalie’s face. She gently smoothed the creased brow, soothingly whispering, “What do you need?”

Natalie found the voice peculiar yet strangely familiar in her fevered state. Although her mind was clouded, she struggled to make out the person before her. With effort, she half–squinted her eyes and repeated, “Water”

As the nurse prepared to fetch water from the kitchen, her gaze fell upon a hot water bottle on the bedside table.

Quickly grabbing a cup, the nurse filled it with water and placed it on the bedside table. Sitting by the edge of the bed, she carefully lifted Natalie’s upper body and cradled her against her own. With a gentle touch, she tidied the stray strands of hair from Natalie’s forehead. She tenderly offered her the cup of water using her free hand, ensuring each movement was soft and delicate. However, in Natalie’s groggy state, she only drank half of it, spilling the rest onto the bed, leaving a damp patch.

dab away the damp spots on the sheets. Once the tasks were completed, her gaze returned to Natalie’s face, noticing her slightly dry lips. Determined, she rose and opened the bedside drawer, searching for straw. To her disappointment, none could be found.

to the sound, preparing to enter the master bedroom. The composed middle–aged doctor reassured him. “No need to be alarmed. We wouldn’t be able to leave this room

words sank in, Ethan hesitated momentarily before settling back into his seat. Yet, his gaze remained fixated on the door leading

Natale responded, parting her lips willingly as the cool water trickled in. Once Natalie had taken her fill, the nurse took a

away any lingering droplets from the corners of Natalie’s lips. Her palm, broad and comforting, gently caressed Natalie’s flushed cheek. A mix of reluctance, apology, and remorse shone through her eyes.

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a soft, remorseful voice, the whispered.

Natalie stirred from her slumber. The sunlight peeked through the partially drawn curtain a gentle glow across the room. Stretching her limba lazily, she luxuriated in

had a remarkable ability to recover. As she raised her food, the noticed a faint mark on the back of her right hand–a needle prick Had the ben gym

remembered calling Ethan when she had a fever, but the details seemned hazy. She recalled gimpers of a marked oran tending to her. offering water and whispering apologies in fragmented phrases. It

the voice of the female doctor

thought emerged, only to be swiftly

over her. Was there something wrong

rose from the bed, she went to the wardrobe and selected a comdorable dorms. Aber dresan she emerged from the room and inquired. “Lena, is Jasper will asleep

so Jening took harni downstairs for a stroll. Why don’t you catch

feeling much better now, and I can’t sleep any longer! Besides, she wasn’t ne to indulge in lazy mornin

thanks to Mr. White’s swift actions in calling the dorse your tempen had wared to nearly 40 degrees. I was truly alarmed when I heard about in Mr. White stayed with you werd $20 AM. only

yet to realize the gravity of the situation. The faint image of the female doctor resurfaced in her mind, leaving her with lingering questions. “Tera, two doctors

Som tall. She was en taller than Mr White, and had a sturdy build. Mr. White thoughtfully arranged for a female doctor to take care of you. They didn’t bother waking us two old folks. But Mr. White mentioned that the worran doctor is mute, which

mute nurse lingered in Natalie’s mind, but

female doctor truly mute? But she distinctly heard an apology from her

her senses

Ethan was not one to fabricate stores. If Lera sad a woman, then it must be so. She had let her imagination run wild, but such a un ition would never occur with Erhan was simply