Fever

Chapter 81: Fever

Marcelo's POV

Hayley's knees buckled and I lunged forward, my heart racing in response. Catching her mere inches from the floor, I cradled her limp body in my arms.

"Hayley, what's wrong?" I urged, my voice filled with panic. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and I felt a surge of fear. I scooped her up, holding her close as I called out her name, "Hayley! Hayley!"

Instructing everyone that had arrived at the scene to return to their office, I hurried into mine with Hayley in my arms, and carefully made her to lie on the couch before calling my doctor.

I paced my office worriedly as I waited, checking my watch at intervals and wondering why he was taking so long to come, despite only been five minutes that I called him.

I finally went to squat close to a still unconscious Hayley since I couldn't stop gazing at the clock and as I removed a stray hair from her face, the door opened to reveal Dr Neill, carrying what looked like a briefcase.

"Good morning, Marcelo," Dr. Neill