Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: 162-He Chose A Mate And His Brother Is Taking Care Of Me

Helanie:

"Lamar—stop calling them. I don’t want their help," I begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. He was freaking out, and I could tell why.

My nose was bleeding so much.

After the initial arm cracking, it had gone back to its place, but the fever was so high that I was seeing things at this point.

I guess his call was finally answered because he stepped away, running his hands through his hair. His sight seemed blurred.

I wasn’t even able to speak anymore. My tongue kept rolling back in my mouth, and my eyes were unfocused, rolling in my head.

"Okay—and—he’s—coming—," I could only catch bits and pieces of what Lamar was saying.

I closed my eyes briefly—or so I thought—but when I opened them again, I saw someone else standing beside Lamar.

"Huh? Ugh, I’m seeing devils now. I guess my fever has reached my head," I muttered fearfully, pointing at Norman’s hallucination.

I had been seeing things—faces—and now this demon was standing in front of me.

"Helanie!" Lamar hissed under his breath, gesturing something to me, while Norman, of course, looked angry. When doesn’t he look angry?

"I’m sorry, but I swear I’m seeing that demon of a man in front of me. Do something—my fever—," I kept yapping until Norman’s loud grunt silenced me.

"That ’demon’ is here to help you," he said, and I forced my eyes open to look at him.

"Professor Norman has come here to help you," Lamar corrected me, giving me a look that practically screamed for me to shut up or come up with a lie to save myself.

"Oh, I’m not talking about him. I’m talking about the demon behind him," I blurted. I had no idea what was wrong with me, but it felt like I’d sniffed the deadliest poison or drug ever.

Except I hadn’t, which made the whole situation even more unsettling.

"Oh, look, sir, she wasn’t talking about you," Lamar added quickly, trying to help me out.

"I know. She’s so sweet, isn’t she?" Norman remarked sarcastically, his tone dripping with irony. Lamar shrugged.

"If you say so. She can be pretty mean to me. I think you’re her favorite professor," Lamar replied in one breath. Norman rolled his eyes, taking off his white coat and handing it to Lamar without even looking at him.

Norman then walked closer to me, rolling up his sleeves and crouching down to my level. He placed his fingertips on my eyelids to check my eyes, peering straight into them. Then, he placed the back of his hand on my forehead.

His hand was cold but so big.

"You do have a very high fever. That’s why she was hallucinating earlier," he commented, his minty fresh breath fanning over my face.

"I’ll do some cold sponging and take care of her. You go ahead and get some rest. You still smell of that alcohol you had at the party earlier," he said without turning to Lamar.