The Daughter in the Shadows (by Una Norris) novel Chapter 33

Finished

Yunice tore a page from her notebook and handed it to a maid. “Please go to the pharmacy and get these medications.”

One maid left to buy the medicine while the other fetched hot water, just as Yunice had instructed.

Once everything was settled. Yunice turned to Wyatt, who was still half–kneeling on the floor. She stepped forward and offered her hand. “Let me help you.”

Wyatt, ever prideful, didn’t want to show weakness in front of others. But after a few futile attempts to stand on his own, he had no choice but to reluctantly extend his hand to her.

He was tall–nearly six–foot–three. At first, Yunice managed to pull his hand, but once he started rising, she had to brace herself against his chest like a human crutch, arms looped tightly to steady him.

Wyatt lowered his head slightly and found her tousled hair brushing his chin. The sensation stirred something strange in him. He glanced at her strained little face and quickly looked away.

But even as he turned his gaze, he couldn’t escape the faint, clean scent coming from her.

Oblivious, Yunice shifted her position to help balance him. Wyatt managed to sit down against the bedside cabinet.

Hot water arrived, and Yunice no longer paid Wyatt any mind. She wrung a towel and began carefully wiping down the old woman’s hands, feet, and body.

Once the medicine arrived, she prepared an IV and hooked it up.

Watching the woman’s vitals gradually stabilize, Wyatt made another call to Mengchu and told him not to come–just to keep the specialists on standby,

By the time things had calmed down, it was already 2 a.m. The woman was resting peacefully, her fever finally subsiding.

The two maids were nodding off nearby, and Yunice, too, rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Wyatt sat calmly at the woman’s bedside.

He wasn’t sleeping, so Yunice didn’t dare lie down either. She noticed the deep bite marks on his wrist and hesitated. “That wound it needs to be disinfected. You should get a tetanus shot.

Human bites weren’t always minor–left untreated, they could turn fatal.

Wyatt glanced at her. He didn’t know how Yunice knew the old woman.

Yunice,

in turn, had no idea what Wyatt’s connection to the old woman was.

Out of respect for the elder, both chose not to pry.

Wyatt didn’t want to be scolded by the old lady, so he silently extended his arm, letting Yunice do as she pleased.

The wound itself wasn’t hard to clean. The issue was the injection.

Yunice held the syringe and reminded him, “You’ll need to take off your jacket. I need your upper arm exposed.”

Wyatt glanced at her. “Does it have to be the arm?”

Thigh works too, Yunice replied.

Wyatt was speechless.

She always choke unflu

unfly almost timidly–but her words were in shoundly serious it made neonle want to stranele her

when his muscles flexed.

To Wyatt, the pain was nothing less than a mosquito bite. What actually distracted him was a strange tickling sensation.

Frowning slightly, he turned his head and saw her other hand brushing faintly across his deltoid as she pushed the medication.

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