Author’s POV
“Natalie!”
A whisper left Cyrus’ mouth as soon as he entered into the room and saw his wife.
She was laying there on the floor, motionless.
He immediately dashed in her direction and crouched down beside her on the floor. Maria followed him and stood beside him. She is looking equally worried for her.
Natalie looked paler than before. Her lips have lost their natural pink colour.
Cyrus reached to touch her face and his eyes widened in shock when his palm made contact with her skin. Her body was burning up in fever.
“Natalie…” he patted her face lightly while calling her name. But when she didn’t open her eyes he shook her by her shoulder but still she didn’t respond.
Panic crawled in his each vein.
Without wasting another second, he slid his one arm behind her
