NovelUSAChapter 562 After leaving the lab, Citrine fought off exhaustion and dragged her weary body to the suite where Raymond and Weston were staying.
By now, Raymond's condition had grown worse, and both men were coughing badly. Fortunately, their fevers had broken, and their minds were clearing-they were conscious and aware.
It was already late into the night. Only a small bedside lamp lit the suite, and Manley and Travis, who had been taking care of them, were sound asleep on the pull-out beds.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine crept quietly into the room, intending just to check on the two men and leave. But what she didn't know was that the moment she stepped inside, both Weston and Raymond were already awake.
With the flu, it was hard to get comfortable-sleepless nights cwith the territory.
Citrine gently tucked the covers around them, then slipped into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth, planning to wipe the sweat from their brows.
Just as she was about to sit at Raymond's bedside, he opened his eyes, and at the stime, Weston did too. Both men stared at her, holding their breath and quickly covering their noses and mouths.
Raymond, tense, looked at his daughter. "Citrine, don't cany closer. You'll catch this from me." Weston chimed in, "He's right, Citrine. We're tough old men, we'll survive. You shouldn't worry about us-you absolutely can't risk getting sick." Citrine only smiled beneath her mask. "Don't worry, I'm wearing protection." Raymond's frown deepened. "That's not enough. This flu is dangerous-it's taken lives." His tone softened. "Please, sweetheart. Listen to me." Weston nodded in agreement. "He's right, Citrine. This illness is brutal. If something happened to you because of us, we'd never forgive ourselves." Their stubbornness almost made Citrine laugh. She let out a long sigh, keeping her composure. "No one's dying. We've already developed the medicine. Tomorrow, you'll take it, and you'll both be fine." "Besides, I just want to wipe the sweat off your faces. Sleeping like this can't be comfortable-you'll be up all night." Citrine had seen plenty of flu patients and knew how the cold sweats led to restless nights. That's why she insisted on helping them.
"Still no," Raymond said, more sternly this time.
Suddenly, Weston snatched the pillow from his headboard and threw it at Travis and Manley. "You lazy bums! All you do is sleep! Getup and help your old man, will you?" He shouted at them, not the least bit worried about waking them up.
Startled out of a deep sleep, Manley and Travis sat up, dazed and confused, staring at Weston.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmManley, still groggy, grumbled, "Dad, what are you doing?" Travis, never a morning person, snapped, "Grandpa, I was sleeping just fine! Why'd you throw a pillow at me?" Their attitude only made Weston angrier. Without thinking, he hurled another pillow. "Useless kids! Like father, like son-neither of you have an ounce of filial piety." He glared at them fiercely. "Can't you see the two of us are on death's door over here?" Manley and Travis stared at the two "invalids" for a long moment.
On death's door? Manley: They don't look the least bit near death.
Travis: They're plenty energetic when it comes to yelling at us doesn' seem like they're dying.
Weston barked, "Get up and help us wipe off this sweat, you two. This is not something Citrine should be doing What if she gets sick because of us? She's a delicate girl-she can't handle this kind of misery Manley: ...
Travis: ...
So it's fine if we catch it, but not her?
They exchanged a look-sharing, for Silent the first time, a silent camaraderie born of mutual suffering.
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