MAYA’S POV
"Stop saying that!" I snapped, my voice jumping an octave in pure terror. "Rafe, look at yourself! You are not okay, and you need to stop acting like you're immortal before you bleed out on these sheets."
I looked around the room frantically, my pulse thumping in my ears. "Where is your first aid box?"
He let out a faint breath, his eyes fluttering. "For... what?"
"For what? Goddess, Rafe, it is the basic math of safety! You’re an Alpha—how do you not have a bandage in this entire house?" I groaned, realizing I wasn't going to get a straight answer from a man whose brain was currently cooking in his own fever.
I was angry at him, but I had to push forward and think outside the box because he was a few minutes away from dying on me. I scrambled up, rushing toward his walk-in
