159: 33 He Almost died

33 He Almost died

Sibyl’s POV

The rain and the sadness left me speechless, and my pale lips quivered.

"Doyle..." I looked at Manolo and cried even harder.

"Don't be afraid, where is he? You take me to his room." Manolo's voice is soft and powerful.

I stood shivering, pointing in the direction of Doyle's house, and then I ran ahead, regardless of the mud and water on my dress.

Manolo followed me closely and grabbed my arm just as I was about to fall.

"Doyle..." when I got to Doyle's room, I smelled something musty. His servants stood at the door, their faces sad and their heads bowed.

I pushed the servants aside and went to Doyle's bed.

Doyle's cheeks were red with fever. He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and uttered a low voice of pain.

"Open the south window. He needs some fresh air," Manolo told his servant. He went to bed, touched Doyle's forehead, frowned, and said, “He's had a fever for at least two days.”

“Doyle... Doyle...” I called his name softly, but he couldn't open his eyes. His body twitched slightly, as if he was responding to my call.

I had never seen a child convulse with such a high fever. My heart was in agony and I could not breathe. I turned and cried out to his servant, “Why is he so ill?”

The servants knelt down in panic. “Your grace, we were looking for the doctor last night, but he wouldn't come to see Doyle.”

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?” My voice had never been so hysterical.

The servants trembled and dared not speak.

I closed my eyes in despair. Everyone knows Nuri hates royalty. The servants were afraid of Nuri's anger, so they preferred Doyle to be sick and die rather than disturb my husband at night.

“We need to cool him down right away,” Manolo said as he untied Doyle's clothes. “You put a cloth in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.”

I took out my brand-new handkerchief and put it in Doyle's mouth.

Manolo takes out a knife and cuts a vein in his arm. Bright red blood dripped out and fell into a bowl.

Mermaid's blood has magical powers and can cure many diseases.

"Make him drink it," Manolo said.

I looked at him with grateful eyes and, without a second's delay, slowly fed the blood into Doyle's mouth.

"Why?" Doyle did not swallow the blood, but spat it out.

"Please, Doyle, drink it." I cried.

"Let me help him." Manolo hugged Doyle and put the cut on his arm to his lips.

Relaxed by the smell and warmth of Manolo's arms, Doyle slowly opens his mouth and sucks his blood.

I'm so relieved. Doyle's not gonna die.

Manolo kept his position and let Doyle drink his blood.

Doyle's convulsions gradually stopped, but Manolo became weak.

Mermaid’s blood is very precious, so they are more sensitive to blood loss.

"Enough, Manolo." I stopped him. "Doyle's life is no longer in danger. I can't let you get sick."

"Okay," Manolo gave me a gentle but weak smile, and he carefully moved his arm away, placed Doyle on the bed, and bandaged his wound, "I will send some medicine tomorrow. Doyle is weak and he must be looked after carefully."

Manolo looked at me. He put his coat over me. "You're wet. You have to change right now. Doyle needs you. You have to stay healthy."

"I. . ." I looked at Manolo's pale face and felt a surge of warmth. "I remember there were some blankets in Doyle's closet. I'll go get them."

Blood loss can make a person feel cold, and Manolo must be feeling cold too.

I brought two blankets. Manolo and I are wrapped in blankets and holding a cup of hot tea on the rainy day, and no one is talking.

"You love Doyle." Manolo broke the silence.

My mood has changed a lot today. After the sadness and anger of the day, I feel empty now, as if my strength has been drained.

"I never met my mother. People in the palace never talk about her. Meggie took care of me like a mother when I was very young. We live in the corner of the palace like two jilted people. Without Meggie, I think I would have died in the palace before I came of age. Later, Meggie gave birth to Doyle, who was lovely and a comfort to us in our desperate days. I've watched him grow up, changed his diapers, taught him to talk, played with him, kept him safe in this dangerous place... ... Meggie and Doyle are my family. A few years ago, I lost Meggie. I promised her I would protect Doyle. I cannot bear the pain anymore. Doyle is the only family I have left."

"I know," Manolo said. "We'll all protect him."

"Sis..." Doyle's faint voice came.

I got up excitedly and rushed into the bedroom.

Doyle is still very weak, but he is awake.

I took his hand. "I'm here. How do you feel?"

"Sis, I had a long dream. I dreamed about my mom."

I looked at his angelic face and listened quietly.

"My mom is as beautiful as ever. She has a nice smile. She says I've grown so tall that she doesn't recognize me," Doyle says softly.

"And then?" I asked him.

"I told my mom you were prettier and married a hero. Mom was happy."

"Umm..." I thought about Nuri and my father's words today. My stomach was cramping, but I kept smiling.

"Sis, you married a hero. Will we never be bullied again?" There was anticipation in Doyle's eyes.

I bit my lip and nodded at him. "Of course. Everyone respects my husband, so everyone will respect us."

Doyle's lips curved into a smile. "Then may I leave the palace and ride on the prairie?"

Doyle had always wanted to learn to ride a horse, but he was too weak to do so.

I don't want to say anything to upset him.

“When you are well again, I will ride with you.”

"Great. sis, our lives are getting better."

"Yes, our lives will get better and better."

I stayed with him and we talked. I fed him some water and coaxed him to sleep.

Amy poked her head out of the door and whispered, "Your Grace, Sir Rodriguez is home."

I nodded. I knew I had to leave. 0

"I'll stay here tonight to take care of him," Manolo said.

"Won't you offend the Queen?" I worried.

"It's okay. I'm a mermaid. She won't hurt me."

I looked at him, then at Doyle. “I have to go. I'll look for another chance to come to the palace.”

Manolo smiled and nodded at me, and I felt relieved.

The rain had stopped and the night air began to cool.

I hurried home in the company of Amy.

………………………………………………

Although my relationship with Nuri is getting better and better, sometimes we even become a loving couple. But I always knew I couldn't bring up my family in front of him.

His love and patience for me is limited. I might be jealous of his engagement to Azariah, but I can't ask him about royalty.

My Brother is the crown prince, the child of his enemy, who he cannot ignore in his revenge.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, Nuri had finished his bath. He is sitting in a chair, reading a book.

"What happened?" Nuri saw my weakness and disarray, and came forward to hug me.

"Your clothes are wet." He frowned.

I leaned feebly against his hard chest and listened to his heartbeat.

We are husband and wife, but there are things we can't say to each other.

"You went to the Palace?" Nuri asked me.

He must have known my whereabouts from the servants.

I nodded. I wanted to tell my sadness and anxiety, but I opened my mouth and couldn't make a sound.

I seem to have a wet sponge stuck in my throat.

Nuri took off my clothes and wiped my body with a hot towel.

"I turned Azariah down today. I have nothing to do with her and I never will."

Nuri thought my grief had something to do with Azariah.

There's a lump in my throat and I'm about to cry.

I looked at Nuri and a thought came into my head. He is such a proud man, but he is willing to make so many compromises for me. Is there any possibility that he would like to help my brother?

"Nuri..." I called his name, my voice hoarse with tears.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

"Doyle... Doyle almost died today," I said, shaking with tears.

Nuri paused and looked into my eyes.

His eyes were too calm and I couldn’t bear it.

God, please have mercy and tell me what to do.

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