When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 938

Knowing how fiercely stubborn Lemira could be, Orion finally stepped out of the car and headed for the elevators. The walk from the lobby to her door, a path he had taken countless times, suddenly felt agonizingly long.

When he reached her floor, Dr. Thorne and Julian were standing awkwardly in the hallway.

Orion punched in the passcode. The deadbolt clicked open, and he stepped into the familiar apartment, making a direct line for the master bedroom.

He raised his hand to knock, hesitated for a fraction of a second, and pushed the door open.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, casting the room in heavy shadows.

A small lump was buried beneath the thick duvet; if he hadn't known she was there, he might have missed her completely.

Orion approached the bed, a heavy sense of helplessness settling over him. He had absolutely no idea what to say.

Lemira heard the heavy, rhythmic tread of his footsteps. She knew it was him.

But the footsteps stopped right at the edge of the mattress, followed by absolute silence.

Lemira's mind spun with bitter thoughts. *Is he just going to stand there until the end of time?* She stubbornly refused to move an inch, determined to see how long he was willing to play this waiting game.

Then, she heard the muffled, strained sound of him coughing into his fist.

Instinctively, a spike of worry hit her, but the memory of his betrayal slammed the door shut on her sympathy. She refused to let herself be that pathetic again.

The sound of his cough seemed to trigger her own chest, and she couldn't stop herself from breaking into a coughing fit as well.

The quiet bedroom echoed with the grim symphony of their sickness.

Unable to take it anymore, Lemira pushed herself upright, glaring at the man towering by the bed. "Get out!"

Orion sat down on the edge of the mattress, instinctively reaching out to check the temperature of her forehead.

Lemira smacked his hand away. "Don't touch me."

She turned her face to the wall, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking at him.

Orion stared at her sharp, furious profile, his gaze heavy with longing. "Just let the doctor look at you," he murmured softly.

"I'm fine. I don't need a doctor. Leave. I don't want to look at you."

She didn't glance his way, but she knew she was hanging by a thread.

A flash of pure agony crossed Orion's eyes. His throat worked as he forced the words out. "Once the doctor treats you, I'll go."

He stood up, intending to call Dr. Thorne into the room.

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