Daniel Pov

　　I watch Emma's sleeping body with even greater concern as I notice changes in her body temperature, heartbeat, and now her breathing, which is becoming irregular and shallow. With each passing second, the situation seems to worsen, and my heart fills with dread. The soft light of the moon and stars shines through the window, reflecting off Emma's beautiful hair, but the beauty of the scene is utterly overshadowed by the terror I feel.

　　"What the hell was James planning to do with her?" I ponder aloud, panic starting to take hold within me. I try to think of what to do.

　　The room has a first aid kit in the bathroom, but without knowing what poison was used on Emma, it's impossible to help her properly. The night carries with it an overwhelming sense of uncertainty and fear, along with the stars.

　　I approach Emma's unconscious body again and pull her into my lap, holding her with calm and tenderness. Her head rests on my chest, and I run my fingers through her hair, which is beginning to dampen from the cold sweat her body is producing. Her skin, once so soft that I longed to kiss and worship it in a wild night of passion, is now rigid and far too hot, feverish.

　　"Emma, please wake up. Can you hear me? I need you to tell me what happened," I whisper worriedly into Emma's ear, my voice trembling.

　　"Remus, what do I do?" I ask my wolf in fear, the urgency for a solution pulsing in my veins.

　　"Fill the bathtub with cold water; it might help with her temperature," Remus suggests with a growl inside me, and I obey without hesitation.

　　I place Emma back on the bed, a pained moan escaping her lips, which breaks my heart. Emma writhes in pain, her head lolling to the other side of the bed as if seeking relief somewhere still out of reach.

　　Her face is red and wet with sweat, her mouth dry as if she had spent days in the desert without a sip of water.

　　"Shit, shit, shit!" I curse anxiously, running to the bathroom in the room.

　　The room is spacious, with two sinks, and a large mirror on the wall, but what I need most now is the bathtub at the far end of the room. The bathtub is separate from the shower, which helps me fill it much faster without worrying about how I would handle Emma if there was only the shower.

　　"The water needs to be very cold; it's better to add ice," Remus instructs as I place my fingers in the water filling the porcelain tub to check the temperature.

　　I rush out of the bathroom, grab the phone, and call room service, "Hi, yes. Good evening, I need all the ice bags you have in the kitchen, immediately, please," I order with nervous urgency.

　　The person on the other end of the line seems stunned by the request, and I emphasize with more firmness, stating it's an emergency.

　　On the bed, Emma twists in pain. Pain that I don't know where it is, whether in her mind, heart, or any other part of her body.

　　I touch her face again, and her temperature is so high you could fry an egg on her skin. I pick her up again, her body feels so light and vulnerable that I grow even more worried.

　　It feels like an eternity before the hotel staff brings the ice bags I requested. But they finally arrive, and I immediately pour them into the tub that's still filling with water.

　　"Emma, can you hear me?" I ask as I carry her to the bathroom, the tub now halfway full with cold water. "I'm going to put you in the tub, okay? I need to lower your temperature. You're burning up, Emma," I explain cautiously as I gently lower Emma's body into the cold water.

　　Emma mumbles something I can't understand, her body shivering violently as I submerge her. She doesn't have the strength to keep her head above the water, supported by the edges.

　　"You're going to have to get in and stay behind her, keeping her head above the water," Remus announces nervously, and I feel my heart almost leap out of my chest at the thought. "Now is not the time to be modest, Daniel. She's already seen you naked, for the love of the Goddess! Getting in the tub with her with both of you dressed to save her life is the least of your concerns right now!"

　　I nod, pushing away any impure thoughts that might want to invade my mind now. The cold temperature causes me to shiver almost as much as Emma is.

　　"Fuck, this water is fucking freezing!" I curse, my lips already trembling from the cold. I get behind Emma, and with both bodies in the tub, some of the water splashes out along with the ice.

　　I position Emma between my legs, her back resting against my chest. My clothes quickly become soaked, and the cold water rises a few inches below my shoulders. I hold Emma firmly with one hand while using the other to scoop the cold water and pour it over her head.

　　"Please, lower her temperature, please," I whisper desperately.

　　My body aches from the icy water, but Emma's body seems to accept the cold gratefully. Gradually, it seems her temperature begins to drop, her face transitioning from redness to a softer hue.

　　"Cold," Emma's voice comes out as a faint sigh, and I feel my heart skip a beat.

　　"Great! Cold is great!" I declare with enthusiasm, noticing that slowly Emma is regaining consciousness.

　　Shivering from head to toe with the cold water, I finally get out of the tub, my clothes dripping and soaking the floor. Even with her clothes soaked too, Emma's weight is no difficulty for me as I lift her from the tub. She clings to my neck as if needing it to live, her head resting on my shoulder. If I lower my face a little more, it's very likely our lips will touch.

　　I shake my head at the thought. I need to warm her up, that's what I need to do.

　　I grab the bathrobe provided by the hotel and wrap Emma in it. Now Emma is trembling from the cold and not the mysterious fever.

　　"Okay, now what?" I question, thinking.

　　"Changing her clothes is the most sensible thing, Daniel. You bought clothes, after all, there must be something in the bags she can wear," Remus suggests casually.

　　"Oh, no, no. One thing is getting in the tub with her, but changing Emma while she's still unconscious?" I retort nervously, laying Emma on the bed and wrapping her in the heavy blanket.

　　"You're not going to do anything inappropriate, Daniel," Remus declares firmly.

　　"That's just it. I'll likely think inappropriate things anyway."

　　"Cold, cooold," Emma whispers, her lips trembling.

　　"Just change her before she dies of hypothermia, Daniel!" Remus growls at me.

　　I sigh loudly, holding my breath for a few seconds. I rummage through the bags looking for thick, warm sweatpants to put on Emma, narrating everything I'm doing aloud to Emma in the hope she'll wake up.

　　"I'm going to take off your shirt now, Emma. Alright? Can you hear me?" I say, removing the wet robe and lifting Emma's soaked shirt.

　　The moment my fingers touch Emma's bare skin, revealing a beautiful pink lace bra that supports her small breasts, my mind does exactly what I was hoping it wouldn't.

　　"Damn, you're so beautiful," I declare, my eyes hypnotized.

　　"Matthew… I love you, Matthew," Emma mutters, her hand reaching out to touch my face. Her eyes flutter, almost opening. "Matthew, please, it's too cold."

　　Like a sharp knife, Emma's words cut straight into my heart.