Chapter: 1691
Antipyretics were formulated to reduce body temperature and manage body pain, not to fight off the infection that could break a fever quickly.
They only worked on Alberto, not on Rachel's high fever.
Alberto tried to pull Rachel's hand around his wrist gently to get her another medicine. To his surprise, her grip tightened, unwilling to let him go anywhere.
"Rachel..." Alberto called out softly, gulping as his hand stiffened.
Rachel groaned, still not letting go of his hand. Alberto wasn't sure if she had heard him.
It was the first time he had seen her this way.
“I need to get you medicine, Rachel," Alberto said quietly even if she probably wasn't listening.
“I feel hot..." Rachel muttered.
"You have a fever," Alberto replied, to which she frowned.
Realizing Rachel wasn't aware of her actions due to the fever, Alberto carefully pulled her hand off with a little strength.
However, Rachel protested and exclaimed in a high pitch, "No!"
Taken aback, Alberto immediately held her hand.
“Alright, I'll stay.
I won't go anywhere."
Holding her hand, Alberto watched as Rachel's creased forehead relaxed and she drifted back to sleep. Very carefully, he pulled her hand off and tucked her in the bed. He took of his mask off and placed it on the bedside table before going to the bathroom.
A moment later, Alberto came out with a basin of water and a face towel.
He soaked the towel and wrung it before gently placing it on Rachel's forehead. The moment the wet towel touched her skin, Rachel subconsciously groaned in relief.
Alberto was also relieved, seeing her finally relaxed.
Suddenly, he felt something tug the hem of his shirt.
He looked down and saw Rachel's hand clutching it like a child asking for company.
Alberto's heart softened.
The urge to hold her hand was strong, but he bottled it up. Because if he didn't, he might not let it go again.
Closing his eyes to suppress his emotions, Alberto recalled what Rachel had told him earlier.
When Alberto returned to the country, he had met up with Carson once.