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Panic is half dead

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His body is starting to collapse. Alessya seemed tired to firmly balance her sitting position. When Arhan had just finished talking to the waiter, he suddenly heard a voice that was not so loud but quite loud and powerful. Bruck.

Kontan, Arhan turned his head in lightning. And move quickly to the sofa. Arhan is shocked to find Alessya drooping down on the wide body of the sofa, half lying on her side. Alessya's legs were slightly bent, and the tips of her legs were hanging on the edge of the sofa. And his head fell on the back of the sofa.

Arhan almost decides to pick up Alessya and move her to the room. For a moment his intention was broken. He pulled back both of his hands that almost touched Alessya's body.

The doubt arises. He was afraid that touching Alessya in an unconscious state was also forbidden. But, Arhan was powerless to let Alessya's frail body in such an uncomfortable position.

“Bi, try quickly check Alessya. And fix his lying position.” Arhan stood anxiously right in front of Alessya's body.

“Good, Mr.”

The aunt approached and tried to lift Alessya up carefully and with all her might. He fixed the position of Alessya to lie entirely with his head that had been propped up by a pillow.

Arhan lowered his body until he crouched down, and his face was parallel to that of Alessya who was on her back. He wanted to stroke his hand against Alessya's cheek and pat her softly. But, Arhan wasn't brave enough to do it. Remembering that time Alessya scolded him all out, when he was just about to hold his hand.

“Quick get eucalyptus oil or whatever and apply it to his nose. Or anything that can make him quickly aware,” Arhan commands after he stands back, on anyone waitress who just arrived one-on-one.

And, it appears that the senior servant instructed the waiter to bring the p3k box. As soon as possible.

The servant who was told to run to a room immediately.

“Bi, please check Alessya again. Why is he in his stings long?” Arhan is panicking. The minutes that pass are like spending hours. Alessya who had not long fainted made Arhan in a fog.

The middle-aged maid sat beside the head pad of Alessya. He then took the initiative to touch Alessya's forehead, to make sure Alessya's body was hot or not. While waiting for the P3K box, the aunt in a special uniform waiter dark blue color, fanned the magazine she just picked up on a small table with a vase of flowers that are still fresh, next to the sofa.

“Please someone call a doctor! Fast!” Again Arhan gave the command. He was really upset at himself for not being able to do anything to make Alessya wake up from her stupor.

The waiter brought a P3K box. A slender bottle of eucalyptus oil, he plucked it out of the box. Then, the servant aunt immediately grabbed it from the young servant's hand.

Shaken for a while, then he stows the bottle to the tip of his index finger, to drip liquid from a small bottle hole to taste. The servant's aunt directly rubbed it into the tip of Alessya's nose.

No, there was no movement at all. Alessya flinched in her unconsciousness.

Not a second did Arhan turn away from observing Alessya. He remained standing glued with fret that was cringing in his chest.

“Alessya is still unconscious as well." Arhan rubbed his hair from front to back. "Do I need to call an ambulance and take her to the hospital?” muttered Arhan Lirih couldn't wait for nothing.

His hands repeatedly scratched his temples. Occasionally smothering his mouth, then breathing more than once. All of those ways failed to dispel his misgivings.

“Master, how is Miss Alessa?” suhut Lerry who came in haste with carrying pet cargo Orin, then lowered it on a thick carpet that lay on the floor.

“Call the doctor again! Tell him to come faster. And just in case, all of you call an ambulance too,” exclaimed Arhan who was still standing in panic.

“I don't think it's necessary to call an ambulance. Miss might just pass out. We better wait for the doctor to check on Miss Alessya first.”

“But, until now Alessya is still not human as well. I don't want Alessya to have a bad thing because it was too late to take her to the hospital,” said Arhan, taking the best alternative.

“We moved Alessya to the room. Ask the female servants to take Alessya to the room upstairs,” said Arhan, who still can not control himself to be calmer.

“Let me alone sir,” said Lerry, suddenly stick out his hand to slip it behind the back of Alessya. Lerry did not know that his actions were so rash.

As fast as lightning Arhan brushed off Lerry's hand and slammed it into the air.

“Do not touch Alessya!” snapped Arhan. Lerry flinched, shocked. Why is Arhan so angry?

“The maids will be overwhelmed if they have to move Miss Alessya to the second floor,” lilah Lerry carefully talk. He was half confused, half scared.

Arhan's anger can be disastrous for anyone who causes his mood to break. Maybe if you dare to argue presumptuously, Lerry can be fired.

“Then, who should lift it? There can't be you! You are also a boy,” elak Arhan, must keep Alessya from touching foreign men.

“But this is an emergency, sir. The doctor will also check on Miss by touching her,” Lerry. Which finally made Arhan wake up and find a solution.

“I alone will bring Alessya to the room. You call the doctor again. Ask him also to bring a female nurse or her female doctor colleague,” Arhan pinta on Lerry.

Lerry, who was quick to respond, immediately called back Arhan's personal doctor. Which seems to have almost arrived.

It felt heavy, Arhan gulped. Convincing himself to dare to touch Alessya. With a single move, Arhan managed to lift the slender body of Alessya in his embrace.

It turned out that Alessya's body was light. Until Arhan had no trouble walking a bit fast, with his strong hand holding Alessya, climbed the stairs and paused for a moment at the door of his room painted white.

Lerry hurriedly turned the handle and pushed the door open so wide.

Slowly Arhan lowered Alessya, just after Lerry pulled out a thick blanket, on his soft mattress that was lined with autumn leaves and silk.

The servant aunt continued the rest. He corrected Alessya's lying position. And two pillows stacked, tucked behind his neck.

The doctor arrived with his three team members. Two of them, a man and a woman who wear the same white coat typical of doctors. A woman was wearing a nurse uniform.

The male doctor, who is seen as Arhan's personal chief doctor, took out a stethoscope and other medical devices from inside his briefcase. He was about to grab Alessya's left hand to check her pulse, but Arhan swiftly restrained her with his hand on the doctor's wrist.

“Bu doctor only checks. Doctor please wait outside for a moment. Leave Alessya to be handled by the doctor and nurse,” said Arhan, making the doctor complacent. As long as there is a female doctor, even male doctors will not let Arhan touch Alessya. Enough of him, who had to touch Alessya just now.

But the doctor's confusion lasted only a moment. Understanding, he brought his male doctor friend to wait outside. In accordance with Arhan's orders.

“Everything out. Let the doctor check Alessya.” Arhan flicked his finger so that everyone in the room except the doctors and nurses, immediately came out of his room.

And he himself came out. He did not want to disturb the doctor inside.

During the doctor's examination, Arhan was on standby in front of the door of his room that was sealed shut.

Sorry the story will not continue

Because I had to improve the script from the beginning, so I stopped the story until here.