Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 96
Larissa wasn’t the only one who was shocked. The doctor who’d been standing on one side dropped the
needle he had been holding upon Kevan’s sudden bellow.
Larissa froze, her heart stopping for two seconds and her mind going completely blank.
When he’d finally identified the person standing in front of him, Kevan’s rationality returned, and the ice in his eyes slowly
dissipated.
The tautness in his mind earlier relaxed as well, followed by a wave of sluggish drowsiness that hit him almost at once. He forced
his eyes to stay open as he asked, his voice hoarse and weak. “Why are you here?”
She snapped out of her daze as well.
She pointed to the doctor as she replied, “You have a fever. The doctor is here to see you.”
It was then that he noticed the unfamiliar, middle–aged man standing behind her.
“Do you still have the strength to unbutton your own shirt?” Larissa waved the thermometer in her hand. “I
need to take your temperature.”
Kevan removed her hands from his own and answered truthfully, “I can’t. I don’t have the strength.”
It almost seemed as if the strength he’d used to grab her that could’ve almost killed her earlier was nothing but a figment of her
own imagination.
Larissa decided to not argue with him since he was sick and needed their help.
It was just-
Dealing with him when he was asleep was one thing. When he was awake, her mindset shifted drastically.
When he was asleep, she didn’t think about it too much. The action of undoing his buttons seemed merely mechanical. Now that
he’d awakened, the pressure she felt increased, and her hands started trembling.

Time seemed to have slowed down, the happenings around her moving in slow motion, like scenes in a film.
Larissa swallowed instinctively, her thundering heartbeat loud in her ears.
Finally, after much difficulty, she managed to unbutton the first three buttons on his shirt.
Kevan moved his arm cooperatively, allowing his collar to widen and slip down his shoulders.
His body was flushed from his fever, his skin a faint pinkish shade. The visuals in her head were much more suggestive than
they usually were.
She placed the thermometer under his armpit and turned her face away.
“I’ll set a timer for you.” She pretended to fish out her phone and set an alarm for five minutes.
The doctor switched positions with her and stood at the head of the bed.
‘Does your throat hurt?”
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“Any diarrhea?”
“Is there anywhere else that hurts?”
He asked a series of questions, all of which Kevan denied.
Five minutes was up.
The doctor attempted to retrieve the thermometer when Kevan dodged, a hint of disgust in his eyes.
The doctor had most probably never encountered such a combative patient in his career. For a moment, he
looked like he was at a loss.
Larissa naturally knew what Kevan was concerned about. Hurriedly, she stepped behind the doctor with an
apologetic smile. “Let me do it!”

This time, Kevan held still and let Larissa handle him however she wanted.
The doctor raised the thermometer and glanced at its reading. “He’s at 102 degrees now, what were you two doing? Why didn’t
you call the front desk earlier? Are you out of your minds?” He scolded the two of them
sternly.
Larissa apologized immediately out of habit. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”
Kevan opened his mouth to defend her when the doctor continued. “Such an irresponsible girlfriend! Now come here and button
up his shirt and wipe away the sweat on his forehead.”
Kevan shut his mouth at once.
Larissa scrambled to follow the doctor’s instructions.
When the doctor had finished preparing the solution in the IV bag, he pointed to the wall above the bed and told Larissa, “Hang
the IV bag on that lamp.”
As for himself, he took the needle and inserted it into Kevan’s vein.
“This IV can last for approximately two hours. Keep an eye on the time, and call me ten to fifteen minutes before it finishes. You
can call me if you need anything in between too.” He gave his number to Larissa and retrieved two boxes of medication from his
bag. “These two medications have to be taken twice a day. You can let him take these once before he sleeps at night and once
more tomorrow afternoon after lunch.”
Larissa nodded dutifully.
Then, after the doctor left, she set another alarm on her phone.
Kevan did not go back to sleep. Instead, he stared at her as she worked.
Feeling a little uneasy under his watchful gaze, Larissa averted her eyes and searched around for a topic of conversation. “Are
you hungry? Do you want some food?”