Chapter 881. I Need Therapy

Chantel Aeden Revia

I kiss his cheek before rushing to kiss Fayera as well, my heart heavy with concern. I leave them safely in the bedroom while rushing toward Lewis' room, anxiety gnawing at my insides. I'm not sure which one it is but Dane leads me toward him.

I knock on his door and a girl opens it, a medic in training, her presence adding to the gravity of the situation. "Empress," She curtsies respectfully, and I notice that Lewis is also trying to get up to greet me properly.

"No, please don't," I plead softly, rushing toward him, a mixture of worry and tenderness in my actions. "Don't tire yourself out, please." I gently push him back and then take his hand into mine, seeking to offer comfort in the face of his illness. He looks sick. His eyes are slightly red, his face somehow seems sweaty and his voice sounds raspy from the coughing. "How are you?"

"I'm doing worse compared to yes