Chapter 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?