"No," King Blake said sternly.
Rory was finding it hard to breathe. The hug was suffocating but she felt safe within his arms. She stopped struggling and relished the sweet scent emitting from his body. The warm chest was undoubtedly comforting.
She pressed her forehead against King Blake's chin. It was so hot.
She pushed King Blake. "Let go for a moment."
"What?" King Blake's voice was hoarse.
Rory raised her hand to feel King Blake's forehead, it was also hot.
"You have a fever, King Blake."
She immediately wanted to get dressed. "You have a fever, let's go to the hospital."
"No." King Blake sat on the sofa and leaned back lazily.
Rory frowned. "How can you not go to the hospital when you have a high fever?"
"I'm fine." He didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to spend more time with Rory.
"But you have a fever."
King Blake pointed to the medicine box, "I saw medicine over there."