Chapter 14

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I stood by Fitz' bedside with Cedric while the doctor examined him. His forehead was burning and he was sweating so much he might have had a fever. I crossed my arms and bit my lower lip as I watched helplessly from the side lines. Suddenly I felt something wet running through my clenched fists and as I opened them to examine my palms, I discovered there were cuts in my skin from where my nails were digging into my palms. I was hurting myself because I was so stressed.

"There's nothing more I can do here" The Doctor said suddenly and made me come out of my cloudy thoughts. I looked up at him as he collected his things and left Fitz' bedside. "Mr Darcy needs rest. Another exhausting task such as riding through the night like this one could be catastrophic to his health" He told me and I glanced over his shoulder at him with tear brimming in my eyes.

"Is there anything I can do?" I questioned the doctor who looked to be a little older than my father.

"Keep him cool and comfortable. And prey that he recovers soon" He replied and then left the room.

As soon as the door was closed, I felt my legs start to walk slowly forward toward the bed. But another door opened and George Wickham stepped into the room, making me stop and look at him. He stared at me from across the room for a second before closing the door of which he entered and slowly started toward the bed where Fitzwilliam lay suffering. "How bad is it?" He asked me.

"He needs to rest and until his temperature is back to normal" I told Wickham as I suppressed my feelings.

"How long will that take?" He asked with a serious expression on his face and approached the bed closer.

I threw my arms out at the sides and lifted my eyes to the ceiling, showing Wickham that I was also exhausted. "I don't know, George. I really don't" I replied and stood there with nothing to do.

"Well, is there anything we can do to help him recover faster?" Wickham asked me and came around the bed to stand near me, but not close to me. He was a safe enough distance away from me that if Fitz were to wake up in that minute, he would tolerate it.

I didn't move backwards or do anything to stop Wickham from stepping closer to me, but as I glanced over to see Fitzwilliam's chest rise and fall, his eyelids twitched in his dream as he slept, then his body twitched a little after a couple of seconds of dreaming and small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. I swallowed deeply and looked back at Wickham as he continued to slowly approach me. "Wickham, I-" I tried to say, but couldn't finish whatever I had thought of saying as I felt dizziness suddenly come over my head.

Wickham put his finger to my lips and interrupted me. "George" He whispered and continued stepping closer to me.

I moved my foot backwards to walk in that direction, but my legs suddenly gave way and I fell down to the floor. There was a pressure on my arm as I fell as Wickham grabbed me and placed his other hand on the back of my neck as he eased my fall to the floor. Then my eyes closed and everything went black. The last thing I remember was a small pressure on my neck and then my lips.

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