Chapter 84


    Chapter 84


    That night, Jason was awakened by Grace’s muffled scream.


    She tossed and turned and mumbled in her sleep.


    He couldn’t make out what she was saying but her pained


    whimpers and trembling made him think she was in fear or


    pain.


    “Sister,” he called to her. But she didn’t respond.


    When he touched her head, he frowned. Her head was hot,


    and her slight body was slicked with sweat.


    Jason hurriedly wrung a towel soaked in cool water and wiped


    Grace’s forehead.


    But her eyes remained shut and she was still muttering something.


    No matter how he called her, she wouldn’t wake up. A sh of panic crept over him. He didn’t know


    what to do-and he hated feeling inept. He hated it almost as much as realizing how worried he was


    about her. Which meant he was in way


    over his head.


    No. This was just a reaction given her medical history and


    their circumstances.


    Nothing more. Nothing less.


    He took out his phone and immediately dialed Terrence. “Get


    me a doctor. And send them to the apartment.”


    “Now?” Terrence asked.


    “Yes, now,” Jason ordered.


    “Yes, sir.” There was a pause.


    “What is it?” Jason asked irritably.


    “What is the severity of the situation, sir? Should I instead call


    an ambnce?”


    It was an intelligent question and it lessened Jason’s annoyance slightly. “No,” he said. “No


    ambnce.” Then: “I


    don’t think so.”


    “I’m working on this now, sir.”


    But where Jason normally would’ve hung up, he spared a second to offer some exnation because


    no doubt any doctor they called would want to know more details of the situation too. “She has a fever.


    It’s high.”


    “I have a doctor on the other line,” Terrence said. “I’ll ry


    today’s events and the medical data from her earlier hospital


    visit.”


    “Good.” Jason smoothed Grace’s brow and wrung out the washcloth to cool down her face and neck


    again.


    “Do you want me to stay on the line, sir?”


    Jason was too busy with Grace to realize he hadn’t hung up the phone. “No.”


    “Ok, sir. See you soon.”


    Terrence had noticed many changes in his boss in the time since Mr. Reed saved Miss Cummins. Mr.


    Reed was engaging in a way that suggested more than work or business obligation. And given this


    woman’s background and what had transpired surrounding Mr. Reed’s fiancee’s death, it was


    rather incredible.


    If asked to predict these events, Terrence would’ve said, ‘No. Not in a million years would Mr. Reed act


    like this.


    But here he was. In a shanty of an apartment, with a woman


    who’d killed his former lover.


    And Jason wasn’t just here… he was present.


    But that realization was one he would keep to himself. It was not his ce to question or inform Mr.


    Reed of his emotional attachments-orck thereof.


    Terrence used the Reed Group name to enlist the services of one of the best physicians in the city.


    Then he woke the doctor up and collected him from his house.


    Terrence was especially careful when knocking on the door. After all, his employer did not want Grace


    to discover his true identity.


    Terrence kept to the side in case he should retreat without being seen. But when the door was opened,


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    Jason immediately stepped aside and gestured him into the small


    room.


    “Come in,” he said, ushering the doctor into the house.


    Terrence took a quick survey of the room.


    He’d known these studio apartments were small. But this was a fraction of the size of Mr. Reed’s office.


    The kitchte was perhaps ten feet long with enough room for the sink, stove, refrigerator. A small


    dte table for two was at the center. One armoire. A single bed. A pile of pillows and nkets on the


    floor. One door, presumably to a bathroom. No windows


    save the one over the sink.


    Terrence tried hard to mask his shock.


    “Take a look at her,” Jason said. “What’s wrong with her? I kept calling her just now but I couldn’t wake


    her up.” Jason stood beside the bed.


    Terrence sensed his employer had lost his usual calmness.


    Jason’s expression was anxious and his posture was tense.


    The doctor nced at Terrence briefly as if for confirmation. Terrence nodded.


    Dr. Raunfield immediately went to work, checking Grace’s vitals, all while Jason stood by, looking on


    the verge of something dangerous.


    “Sir,” Terrence said gently. “Dr. Raunfield is one of the best general practitioners in the city. And we can


    have


    Miss Cummins airlifted at any time, if the doctor deems it


    necessary.”


    Jason nodded, but his eyes still had the wild look of a man about toe unglued.


    “I was told she suffered a fall earlier today,” the doctor said as


    he took her pulse and then listened to her heart.


    “That’s correct. Down an esctor.”


    “Hmm.” He probed around Grace’s abdomen and lifted her


    shirt to check her ribs..


    Terrence made certain to avert his attention, spinning to face the opposite side of the room.


    “Her breathing is steady. And I don’t see any signs of swelling in her spleen or anything to suggest


    internal hemorrhaging.”


    After a long while, he concluded, “There’s no major issue. It’s


    possible that due to the injury today, the inmmation caused a fever. It’s not unusual for a patient to


    run a fever or to lose body temperature if they’re going into shock.”


    “What do you prescribe?” Jason asked.


    “Aspirin to lower the fever. If the fever still persists tomorrow, take her to a hospital for further


    examination.” The doctor looked at Jason then Terrence sharply. “I was told she was already treated in


    a hospital today. Did they run blood work?”


    “Full panels,” Jason said.


    “Hmm. And you don’t want to bring her back to the hospital


    now?”


    Jason frowned. “She doesn’t want to go.”


    “Then give it a little more time. If her blood work came


    back okay, then this is likely a reaction to the severity of the


    trauma.”


    Jason nodded.


    Dr. Raunfield wrote some notes down. “This is my cell phone,


    and Terrence knows how to reach me. If her condition doesn’t improve in the next few hours, call.”


    Once the doctor was done, Terrence walked him outside. Jason remained in the apartment and poured


    a ss of water for Grace to drink with the medicine. She was unconscious, but he propped her up,


    whispering words of encouragement to try and get her to take a sip.


    Watching this, Terrence was speechless.


    Jason had never been so caring with any other person. And his expression, his features etched in


    concern and affection.


    Mr. Reed might not realize it, but he was clearly attached to this woman. And Terrence would go so far


    as to say his boss. was deeply in love.