NO ONE'S POV
Lily clicked the light switch on, and a soft yellow glow filled the dark room. Her eyes immediately landed on the bed, where Lucian was curled up beneath the sheets. She stepped closer to the edge of the bed.
"Young Master?"
Still, there was no reply from him. Lily crouched down by the side of the mattress and gently reached out to touch his forehead. The moment her cold palm made contact with his hot skin, her heart sank- he was burning with a high fever. She hurriedly pulled back the blanket to check on him, and her pupils shrank in shock. His dark shirt was completely soaked through with blood.
It needs to be treated right now before it gets infected, she thought anxiously.
