Chapter 189: Taking Care (2)
Arren’s mouth parted, looking at how Spade held his hand tightly, albeit with much difficulty. The alpha was already shivering; his hands and arms noticeably trembled slightly.
He raised his haze and stared at Spade’s face, his lips were also clenched tight, forcefully keeping them from shivering as well, and the way the alpha’s eyelashes fluttered, revealed just how much he was in pain.
He hurriedly tends to Spade, worriedly wrapping his arms around his alpha. "Spade, are you cold? What do you want me to do?" Arren lay beside the alpha while embracing him, focusing fully on Spade.
In this position, he could really feel the way Spade’s body shivered and the way he was breathing, ragged and heavy. The distress and worry he was feeling intensified. It was hard to see his alpha like this; he was also suffering with him.
While hugging Spade in his arms, and giving him body heat, he also observed his face, touching his forehead and fixing the towel in it.
"I’m fi...ne," Spade responded in his hoarse voice; it was also slow, as though there was a lump in his throat, making it harder to say his words.
Arren’s lips clenched, complaining inside: Is this what you call fine? You can barely talk, Spade!
Yet, he couldn’t say it out loud either. He didn’t want to reprimand the alpha, knowing he was already in pain from the headache. All he needed to do was be with him and take care of Spade.
He watched Spade’s face and witnessed how his face contorted slightly, wincing from pain. And what he could do was stroke his body and even brush his hair, hoping to give some calming effect, even though he knew it couldn’t.