Your Love Is But a Dream (Clara and Wren)

Chapter 58

by evening, a light drizzle had started again. When Clara woke up the next morning, the temperature had noticeably dropped

She pulled on a healer sweater before heading downstairs to cook a pot of chicken noodle soup. After packing it into a container, she went straight next door to checken Alexander

Not wanting to barge in uninvited, she stood outside and sent him a quick text. A few seconds later, her phone buzzed with an incoming voice call.

She answered immediately. "Are you awake? I'm outside your place."

"Just come in," Alexander replied, his voice hoarse and weak, sounding worse than the night before.

"okay." Clara said, hanging up before pushing the door open

She knocked when she reached his room and waited for his response.

"Come in," Alexander called out after a moment.

Clara stepped in with the container in hand. "Has the fever gone down?

Alexander was propped up against the headboard, wearing a casual set of loungewear. His face and neck were flushed, his discomfort written all over him.

Clare frowned at the sight and quickly walked over. Setting the container aside, she pressed her hand lightly to his forehead Without a thermometer, she could only estimate his temperature by touch. Alexander tensed immediately at the contact, his whole body stiffening. Her cool hand against his overheated skin sent an unfamiliar jolt through him. Avoiding her gaze, he parsed his lips and looked away,

"Your body temperature is even higher than yesterday, Clara said, withdrawing her hand. Her brow furrowed as she added, "Didn't you take the meds I gave you?

"I did," Alexander replied with a cough, his voice scratchy,

Clara glanced at the pillbox on the nightstand and saw a few tablets missing

"This isn't good," she said, her tone laced with concem. "You can't keep burning up like this-it'll wreck your body. You need to see a doctor."

At the mention of a hospital, Alexander frowned. "It's too far. I can't make it.

Clara bit her lip, considering the options.

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alone walk there. Taking him on her small electric scooter

The nearest clinic was in town, a good distance away. Alexander barely had the strength to sit up, wasn't ideal either, especially with the cold weather.

After a moment of thought, she handed him the container. "Eat something first. I'll figure it out."

"Wait, what-" Alexander started, but Clara was already heading out the door. She waved him off without looking back, gently closing the door behind her. once in the hallway, she hesitated briefly before calling Ethan. The phone rang several times before someone picked up, but the voice on the other end wasn't his. "Hello, are you looking for han? The voice was soft and warm-clearly a woman's

Clara blinked in surprise before remembering that Ethan had mentioned his wife the last time she rode in his car.

"Yes, lil. This is Clara, one of Elan's colleagues at the school. I was wondering if I could speak to him-it's a bit urgent,"

The woman laughed lightly. "Of course. One moment."

In the background, Clara heard her call out, "Ethan, it's for you!"

There was a faint p

reply,

, and soon, Ethan's familiar voice came through the line.

"Ms. Salford? What's going on?"