Barron's chest. The reality of what she was about to do-st

r hand back, her chee

o it," Brandy said, taking a step ba

n looked at her, u

onal despite the blush creeping up her neck. "Here is the hot water and the towels. You ne

n one last serious look, and turned

cally jumped in front of her. He pointed at Barron, then at him

if it were the most log

is? Do you know his personality? If Barron wakes up and finds out I was th

ven know," Brandy argued logically. "And even if he does

's out cold, he won't

vely. "Mr. Pratt, every minute we argue, his fever i

ough his damp hair. He knew he was

the hallway, pulling the door partially shut behind her.

nd, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. The things I d

shirt. Lacking Brandy's delicate touch, he didn't bother

on so tight?" Adrien muttered, st

lips. His heavy eyelids fluttered, and through a haze of pain and fever,

ou doing?" Barron rasped, his

ght back, suddenly felt a surge of mischievous power. He grinned,

und out, but the threat h

now, did you? I've secretly had a massive crush on you for years, man. Now th

door swung

was cut off instantly. He froze, his hand

dical bag in hand, looking absolutely dumbfounded.

ad heard every

. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and stared at Adrien as if he had

g a solid ten feet between himself and Barron. His face was a mask o

ou clearly. Right, Brandy?" Evan turned

he absurdity of the situat

"You guys are insane! I'd rather have a crus

rom the bed. With a monumental effort, he grabbed

elieved his denials, he threw his hands up in defeat. "What

thoroughly enjoying himself. "Don't leave, Adrien! You ha

this to anyone, I will bury you!

ime for comedy. She looked at Barron, who had his eyes half-open, glar

cutting through the banter. "He needs his cl

napping into place. He set his bag down and pulled out a thermo

"I need to prep an IV for broad-spectrum antibiotics. You're