bed, he immediately called for a medic on the intercom. His home was directly linked to the mountain palace.
Olena’s body was limp as he dried her off and she didn’t make a sound. He noticed that her skin was turning a subtle pink. Yusef continued his tender administration even as he cursed at her unmoving body for being too stubborn to listen to him. His stomach still tight with worry, he gruffly called for the medic to enter when he heard his respectful knock
"Draea Anwealda," the same medic who had taken care of Olena the day before said. Seeing his wet patient wearing one of Yusef’s large cotton shirts, he frowned. Her skin was slowly becoming redder, burning angry and bright.
"Tal," Yusef acknowledged with a curt nod. He stepped back to let the man work.
"This is a stubborn one you have," Tal answered, shaking his head. He sighed heavily, setting down his bag and delving through it with precise hands. Instantly finding the instruments he needed, he asked, "She went out in the sun, didn’t she?"
Yusef nodded. "She did."
"And swimming, I see," Tal said, taking a reading from her arm. He shook his head slightly. "I take it she met up with a givre?"
"Yes," Yusef said, his brow furrowing. "She just fainted from the bite."
"It probably wasn’t the bite that did it. It was more than likely the shock of the givre’s mild venom combined with the medication I gave her for her allergy," Tal said, injecting his patient with a new medicine. Olena jumped in surprise, instantly opening her eyes.
She glanced first at Yusef and then at Tal. Seeing his needle, she jerked away and swung her arm in defense. Tal easily avoided being struck as he pulled away with a frown.
"Ow," Olena gaped at the pain the movement caused her. She flinched to feel her hot back. Accusingly, she glared at Yusef. "Ugh, what’d you do to me, knight?"
"You did it to yourself," Tal answered with the authoritative tone of a doctor scolding a wayward patient. He took another reading from her arm and nodded to himself in satisfaction. Almost distracted, he ordered her, "This time, try to stay out of the sun for the rest of today. You should be fine by tomorrow."
"What about those burns?" Yusef asked, nodding at her face. The flesh had turned to a bright, angry red and even her eyes had a pink tint to them.
Tal frowned at her. Lecturing, he said, "I should let you wait it out to make sure you’ve learned your lesson … but, I’ll give you a lotion to put on it. It too should be fine by tomorrow. Take it easy, drink plenty of water and you should be just fine."
Olena would’ve talked back, but her eyes burned from sun exposure and her skin felt as if she was indeed being burned at the stake. Wearily, she nodded to get the man to stop reprimanding her. If he hadn’t just helped her for the second time, she would have beaten him senseless for his tone despite her sore body.
The medic turned to Yusef, handing him the cream and some eye drops. "Give her those pain pills if she will take them. I can’t give her any more injections just now until the other medicine filters out of her system."
"Thank you," Yusef said. When Tal had gone, he turned to Olena and shook his head. "You really should listen to me when I tell you things."
"Could you save the lecture until a little later, knight?" She closed her eyes. "I’m kind of hurting right now and that doc just made my head swim with his yammering."
"You going to take the medicine this time or should I just leave you?" he asked. He tried not to smile at her fighting spirit. Was this woman just bent on doing herself harm? He had half a mind to tie her to the bed and keep her prisoner, just to save her from herself.
"I’ll take it," Olena murmured sheepishly.
"All right, that’s more like it," Yusef said, glad to see he wasn’t going to have to pin her down like the night before. Wearily, he went to get a glass of water and the pills. When he came back, she hadn’t moved.
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