SWNOVELS Chapter 432 A High fever
"But you didn't agree with me."
Cierra smiled at him and looked down at the dagger in her hand. She even raised her hand to try the blade.
The dagger shone with a cold light under the fire light, making the smile on Cierra's face even colder.
"Mr. Trevino, I'm not a saint. I'm just stating my thoughts. But you said I was stupid. Don't confuse my memory."
"What's the difference?"
Patrick gasped for breath and asked in confusion.
Cierra maintained her smile, "Of course there is."
She slowly moved the dagger towards Patrick's wound.
"I'm willing to save you because of your last bit of humanity. I don't want to see you die. in the wilderness, but it doesn't mean that I'll believe such stupid words that a prodigal will regret and become a good person.
"I like what people on the Internet say very much. Why can bad people be forgiven just stopping what they are doing, while good people have to suffer?
"I saved you because you're a human. I don't want to treat you wholeheartedly because you're not a good person. Do you understand?"
In the end, she didn't cut Patrick's wound with the dagger. After scaring him, she put it into the sheath.
The dagger was Patrick's, but she didn't know if this lunatic would go crazy again. She'd better hide it away herself.
Patrick looked at her coldly and sneered. "Do you think you'll be safe if you take away a tiny dagger?"
"But, at the very least, you'll have to ask me for help in your current state."
Cierra did not express much of his mockery.
In this case, no matter how eloquent he was, he was still a paper tiger. She knew very well that a person who couldn't even walk steadily was not dangerous.
She added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire, then picked up the coat again and covered herself with it, intending to fall asleep again.
Before that, she calmly discussed her plan with Patrick.
"Mr. Trevino, considering your hiking ability and the wounds on your body, let's discuss it. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you can lead the way, I can help you down the mountain to the hospital, or I can help you find someone to settle down. I only have one condition, which is to ensure my safety, okay?"
Patrick raised his eyelids and looked at her.
Cierra continued to praise him. "I think that although people like you are a little more free-spirited, your principles should be very strong, especially fairness. At least, I saved your life..." "Miss Barton."
Before Cierra could finish her words, Patrick interrupted her.
He said coldly, "Have you watched too many TV series? Fairness?"
Countless people were staring at him and wanted to drag him down. Those old men in Washington D.C. might even kick him off if he made any mistakes. Fairness?
If he cared about that, why would he be so bored as to play such a boring trick on Draven?
It was all because of those old fogeys.
Cierra understood what he meant, but she wasn't discouraged.
She nodded. "I see."
If he couldn't guarantee her safety, she had to think of another way.
She covered her head with the coat, leaned against the stone wall, and closed her eyes.
She was also planning what to do next.
It was also because she did not respond to Patrick that the cave suddenly quieted down.
As the firewood flickered with dim yellow light, the man who was still suffering in pain felt a little helpless.
Did she understand?
What did she understand?
Patrick glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a slender figure in a coat leaning against the stone wall near the entrance of the cave. He couldn't even touch her.
The wound was still very painful, but maybe it was because of the cleaning and treatment, compared with the previous sticky state, it was much better now.
Patrick's head was dizzy, and he didn't continue to think about Cierra's matter.
He simply closed his eyes and fell asleep in pain.
When he was in a daze, he felt something cold covering his forehead again, and he slept well that night.
It was as though he had fallen into a dream, a rare and beautiful dream.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in his life.
But he couldn't remember what kind of dream it was. He only knew that someone was by his side in the most difficult place in the past.
He was not afraid of the dark room, but he was a little bored to stay alone.
He hated a person very much.
Right now, there was someone next to him. Although he couldn't see that person's face clearly, nor could he hear any sound, he felt that... falling into a dream was fine. Therefore, he was willing to sink in like this.
He would never wake up.
"Damn it, why does he have such a severe fever? He can't even wake up."
In the dense forest, Cierra supported a tall man and stepped into the forest step by step with her hands on his shoulders.
She really had no choice.
When she woke up this morning, the sun was high up in the sky. It was almost 11 o'clock, which was completely different from yesterday's sunrise.
Cierra opened her eyes in shock. She looked behind her and saw that beside the bonfire, Patrick was lying on the ground.
He closed his eyes tightly as if he was dead.
She wanted to wake Patrick up and let him lead the way, but he was having a very high temperature. And the wound on his abdomen was even worse.
It was no wonder that after she got up several times last night to help him change the cotton cloth on his forehead, not only did his high fever not subside, but it was even worse.
If the wound wasn't treated properly, it would probably become even more serious.
But it was not her fault. There was nothing in the mountain, and she had no choice.
She couldn't guarantee that there were no bacteria in the water, so she could only make every possible effort.
At this moment, his temperature was so high that Cierra could only drag him down the mountain aimlessly.
"Patrick, don't blame me if you die on the way. It's not that I didn't save you. If you become a ghost, you can rest in peace. Don't come back to me, okay?"
Patrick was quiet.
"You're so heavy. I'm so unlucky to meet you. You might as well kill me on that plane. At least it won't be so painful to die. Ah, how can I walk on this road? I'm really convinced!" Patrick was still quiet.
"It's so annoying. Why do I feel like the road is the same? Patrick, can you wake up?"
Of course not.
Cierra complained as she dragged the corpse-like man down the road.
When she was exhausted, she couldn't stand it anymore. She held him under a tree to rest and ate some wild chestnuts.
Halfway through, she touched Patrick's forehead and frowned.
If the temperature did not drop, she did not know what would happen to him.
It was no wonder that a cold in ancient times could torture people to death. Without medicine to cure the disease, they could only hold on.
While she was thinking, she suddenly heard some sounds in the forest