My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 992

Her voice muffled by the blankets, Emily said weakly, "Mr. Lane, thank you."

Elizabeth wanted to pepper Emily with questions, but seeing that she was sick and desperately needed rest, she held her tongue.

She turned to Andrew and held out her hand. "Thanks for bringing Emily back. Give me the medicine. I'll make sure she takes it."

Andrew glanced at Emily, who had buried her face in the covers, and stared at the back of her head for a moment. He handed the medicine bag to Elizabeth.

"The doctor's instructions are written on it. Make sure you read them."

"I know," Elizabeth said, taking the bag. "You can go handle your own affairs, Mr. Lane. I've got it from here."

Andrew slid one hand into his pocket, his voice low and pleasant. "Text me when she wakes up, whether the fever has broken or not."

Elizabeth met his gaze for a few seconds before nodding. "Alright."

Andrew left, closing the door very gently behind him.

Hearing the faint click of the latch, Elizabeth blinked, a strange feeling stirring within her.

She wanted to shake Emily awake and demand all the gossip, but the patient needed to rest. So she stayed quiet and didn't go looking for any other entertainment.

Emily seemed to fall asleep quickly, her breathing even and steady.

As the clock neared three in the afternoon, Emily still hadn't woken up. But with their flight taking off in an hour, Elizabeth had no choice but to wake her.

"Emily, Emily, time to get up," Elizabeth said in a low, slightly spooky voice. "We're going to be late. The client is getting away..."

Emily's eyes fluttered open. She looked at Elizabeth through a sleepy haze, her body feeling heavy and her limbs weak. Her breath was hot and labored, and the feverish heat still radiated from her skin.

Her mind was a fog, and it took a few moments for her to remember where she was.

"I bet you're still running a fever," Elizabeth murmured.

She placed a hand on Emily's forehead.

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