Third Person's POV
"You've got a fever."
Theodore frowned, his wolf ears twitching with worry. He lifted Vanya into his arms and instructed Stewart, "Get a doctor here now. I want him here within twenty minutes!"
"Yes, sir!" Stewart hurried to arrange for a doctor.
Theodore glanced at Vanya in his arms—she was dressed lightly and felt alarmingly frail.
Gently, he carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed.
The bedside lamp cast a dim glow. Theodore touched her forehead again, his brows knitting tighter with concern.
Outside the door, Stewart reported, "Mr. Winston, the doctor is on his way."
"Bring a basin of cold water," Theodore ordered.
Stewart complied, placing the basin and two towels beside Theodore.
Skillfully, Theodore soaked a towel, wrung it out, and laid it on Vanya'
