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He grabbed my wrist. “Do it.”
“Marc—”
“Don’t…want to leave you alone. Whatever…happens. Not your fault.”
Emotions clogged my throat.
“So pretty, dove. Love your red hair.”
God.
“And your ass. You have a fine ass.”
A laugh escaped me. Only Marc could make me laugh at a time like this.
“Really liked when you kissed me. Was an asshole because…”
“Shh. Be quiet.”
His head tilted to the side, baring the side of his neck. “Do it.”
Dragging in a breath, I pressed the injector to his skin and depressed it.
He let out a low groan.
Please work.
A second later, his body stiffened, and his jaw went tight. “Hurts.”
He started sweating. Reaching out, I pulled the rest of his armor off him. Soon, his T-shirt was soaked with both perspiration and blood. I pulled that over his head, as well.
“You’re strong. You’ll be fine.”
Racing for the bathroom, I grabbed some cloths and wet them in the sink.
I raced back to him and mopped up the sweat. He thrashed on the mattress. I ran a hand down his arm, trying to calm him.
Time blurred as I kept wiping him down, returning to the bathroom to rinse the cloths out, then repeating. I tried to get him to drink more water, but he was drifting in and out of consciousness.
Finally, I lay down beside him. “Please live, Marc.”
He nuzzled into me.
“Please be okay,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and started humming.
It seemed to calm him. He nestled into me, settling.
I started to sing. It was a lullaby his mom had sung to frightened kids in the infirmary.
He shifted, pulling me closer, but the fever still raged.
Please, let him be okay.
Don’t let him die.
Marc
With a groan,I opened my eyes.
