When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 932

Something simple for the three of them would be fine.

Stella hadn't expected him to agree so readily. Shoving her surprise aside, she hurried straight to the master bedroom, her mind entirely focused on Lemira.

The moment she walked in, she saw Lemira's flushed, feverish face.

She pressed a cool hand to Lemira's forehead. "Lemira, you're burning up. We need to get you to the hospital."

"No hospitals."

Lemira was fiercely opposed to the idea. Orion was at the hospital, and she absolutely refused to run into him.

Stella knew this couldn't be ignored.

She hurried back out to the living room and started tearing through the cabinets for the medical kit.

Hearing the commotion, Caleb stepped out of the kitchen, a spatula still in hand. "What are you looking for?"

"Lemira has a high fever. I'm trying to find the first-aid kit to see if there are any fever reducers."

Caleb set the spatula down, easily located the medical kit for her, and followed her into the master bedroom.

He took one look at Lemira's flushed complexion, stepped forward, and pressed two fingers expertly against her wrist to check her pulse, then evaluated her breathing. He stepped back. "A strong fever reducer and some rest should stabilize her."

Stella stared at him in astonishment. "You know how to read vital signs like that?"

Caleb calmly extracted the medication from the kit. "Picked up some field medic skills. When you're running mercenary ops in the middle of nowhere, you can't exactly call for an ambulance. You learn to patch yourself up. Even out in the wilderness, you figure out what keeps you alive."

Stella fell silent. Right. His time as a mercenary overseas must have been brutally dangerous and exhausting.

She didn't press the matter, gently coaxing Lemira to sit up and swallow the pills.

Stella let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know why, but I have this terrible sinking feeling in my chest."

Lemira's behavior was completely out of character. Something monumental must have happened.

Caleb paused. "Let's wait until she wakes up to talk about it. Food comes first."

"I don't have an appetite."

"I made porridge. The rest of the food will be ready soon. We'll wake her up to eat when it's done."

Caleb's tone carried an authoritative weight that left no room for argument.

Stella didn't fight him on it. Since he was the one cooking, she knew she couldn't manage Lemira's care entirely on her own anyway.

As Caleb walked out of the bedroom, he sensed something was deeply off, but he pushed the thought aside and returned to the stove.

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