The Son Of Ursula

Chapter 22: Fever

Lana's POV:

The next morning, Zale didn't show up for breakfast. I have to say I wasn't surprise. After what happened between us. I wonder what caused him to snap like that. Was it because he doesn't like to talk about his mom? Do they not get along well? Or was I being too pushy?

I sigh, Its none of my business anyway. I will not push him. I tell myself, mentally making a note of it.

I hope he is okay.

"Lana, why don't you bring a tray of breakfast to Zale," mom says as she stands up from her seat. "I bet he's still asleep but better get him to eat these eggs. They're to good to go to waste."

I nod, "Okay mom." I finish up my breakfast and had a tray brought to me fill with eggs and bacon with a cup of fresh squeezed orange juice.

"Good luck!" Mom sings to me as I left the dining room.

I roll my eyes, She made me do this on purpose!

I made my way to Zale's room while humming a tune. My feet skipping to the beat that was playing in my head.

I stop humming when I stand in front of Zale's door. I take in a deep breath, put on a smile and knock with my free hand.

No one opens the door or reply.

"Zale? I have breakfast with me. Can you open the door?" I ask.

There was no reply.

"Zale? Are you alright? Can I come in?" I ask, concern was growing inside me. I hope he's not mad at me. Or was he still sleeping?

When I was about to turn around and leave I hear the doorknob twist and the door creaks open.

My eyes widen in surprise when I see Zale looking pale- I mean paler than he usually is. His silver hair was plaster to his forehead. And he was sweating.

I set the tray down on the nearest small table with a vase of flowers before I set a hand on his forehead. "You're burning up, come on let's get you back to bed."

He doesn't say anything as I lead him back to bed. He lays down as I go to his bathroom and come back to his side with a bowl of warm water and cloth. I soak the cloth and the water before I press it to his forehead.

He was shivering so I pull the blankets over him, but as soon as I did he groans and pushes them off.

"Too hot," he mumbles.

I gave him a small smile, "You look terrible."

He smiles weakly, "Why thank you. I do try."

"Are you hungry? I brought eggs and bacon with orange juice." I explain.

He licks his lips and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "I would love to eat but I'm afraid I will throw it back up."

I smile, "Well you better eat something. I'll get Chef Louie to make you chicken soup, its delicious." I take his hand and lift it to his forehead where the cloth is and set it on it. "I'll be right back, keep the cloth on your forehead."

I turn around to leave but I feel his burning hand grasp mine. "Stay," he says in a low voice.

I blush feeling giddy at the mere thought of him not wanting me to leave his side.

I nod, "Okay, but let me just call for a maid to send word to the chef. The soup will make you feel alittle better."

He nods and reluctantly lets me go to find a maid. Luckily one was just passing by the door.

"Anna! Can you go to the kitchen and ask Chef Louie if he can make his famous chicken soup?"

Anna gives me a determine nod and went off to delivery my request.

I turn back and went to Zale's bed and take a seat on the edge. "The soup will be here in... Twenty, thirty minutes?"

"Okay," was all he said as he rolls over to his side, grimancing.

"Did you get any sleep?" I ask.

He shakes his head and swallows before he speaks his voice rasp as he say, "Mostly just tossing and turning. And I felt like I needed to throw up." He groans as he clutches his stomach, "You want to know something?"

"What?"

"I never really got sick while I was a- Merman." He says with a grimace.

"Really?"

He nods, "So what is this? This sickness I have."

"A fever apparently. I got bad news for you too. A fever lasts about two to three days. You'll have to miss my birthday party."

He snaps his head toward me, "What? It lasts that long?!"

I nod solemnly, "Sadly yes. I had my last fever when I was fourteen. It was not fun, so I can imagine the pain you'regoing through right now."

He groans as he sits himself up against the beds headrest. "No lay down!" I scowl, "You're suppose to stay in bed and rest."

He shakes his hand nonchalantly, "I'll be fine. Do you think that soup is coming soon?"

I look to the door which was half open. "Its only been like two minutes."

He sighs then perks up suddenly, "Oh! Uh... Lana I just remember I am allergic to chicken." He says out of nowhere.

My eyes widen, "Really?"

"Yeah!"

"You should've told me that! I'll be right back, let me go run down to the kitchen and tell him to skip the chicken, okay?" I jump up from the bed and made my way to the door.

He nods, "I'll be fine. I'll just wait here in my death bed. Dying."

I roll my eyes at his melodrama before I close the door I tell him, "You'll be fine."

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