Chapter 89 Pop cakes, princesses and a fever (2/2)
”What else?”
Despite her uneasiness, Ryn still went to unlock the door and welcome Jeremy in.
”Do I smell cake?” Jeremy forgot to speak about the lunch when the smell of the just baking cake hit his nostrils.
Yum... Chocolate. There was also cake.
”We're making pop cakes,” Ryn explained as she walked Jeremy toward the dining table.
”Smells delicious.”
Without asking, Jeremy took the 'fat' princess and took a huge bite.
”JEREMY!”
”What?” Jeremy looked at them in surprise with his mouth bulge with cake and chocolate. What did he do?
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He was swimming desperately to the surface when he felt so hot. Instead of water surrounding him, he found himself falling... Falling fast.
He looked down and screamed in horror. He was falling into a volcano!
Harry tried to stop himself from falling by trying to grab the volcano's wall. Just anything to stop him from meeting his Creator. His breath getting harder and it felt hotter. He screamed and screamed.
Someone... Anyone... Help him!
His eyes opened wide in horror. His breaths came in short panting. His body was wet with sweat. His eyes looked around wildly.
He was safe. He was in his room... He was safe.
”Young Master?” his nanny came running when she heard the shout. She looked at him worriedly.
”What... What happened?” Harry asked breathlessly. His throat felt so painful, it was hard to speak. His sight was a bit blur.
What was wrong with him? Was he going blind? He asked himself fretfully.
”Shh... It is okay. You just had a fever and it's already broken,” his nanny told him soothingly. She pushed the wet hair from covering his forehead and stroked his arms. ”Are you hungry?”
”I felt so tired. Nanny, what happened?” his hoarse voice almost could not be heard. She had to lean down to hear his question. She smiled.
”You had a fever. You have been unconscious for two days.”
Harry closed his eyes tiredly. Two days? Ryn must be worried about him.
”Can you give me my phone? Is it fully charged? ”
His nanny stopped his hand from searching for his phone. ”No. You are still unwell. Do not think so much. Just rest.”
”But I need to call my friend...” he tried to take the phone from her but as he just broke his fever, his body was still weak, hence he could not lift his hand higher or even had the energy to outweigh her.
”Be a good boy and have some rest. I will bring some porridge and your medicine, ”she paused and shook the phone, ”I will take care of this until you are healthy enough.”
”Nanny, don't do this to me. Don't be so heartless,” he cried desperately but she was already on her way to the kitchen to retrieve his meal and medicine.
He called repeatedly but the nanny turned deaf. He tried to sit up, trying to pull himself to sit but he was too weak. All he could do was hitting the side of the bed in frustrated.