The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 146: [Volume 1] - - Aron is in pain!
Aron stood slightly apart from the group, his gaze flitting between Ray and Ryan as they animatedly conversed with Jay. The afternoon sun cast warm rays across the yard, but despite the pleasant atmosphere, an unsettling sensation began to creep over him. It started as a mere tickle, a faint whisper against his skin, but it quickly escalated into a maddening itch that consumed his focus.
Frowning, he rubbed his hands together, desperately trying to relieve the discomfort. With each frantic scrub, however, his palms only grew redder, fiery welts emerging like angry reminders of an invisible menace. A sharp, stinging pain shot through his hands, and he could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
"Ack!" he groaned, frustration lacing his voice. He threw back his head and scratched at his scalp, hoping to distract himself from the mounting irritation.
Ryan, deeply engrossed in his conversation with Jay, caught a glimpse of Aron out of the corner of his eye. Concern flickered across his features, and he turned his full attention to his friend.
"Aron!" he called out, his voice laced with urgency. He hurried over, his heart pounding as he approached. "Are you okay?"
Aron couldn’t find the words to reply. Overwhelmed by the relentless itch that seemed to consume him, he sank to his knees, his breath quickening as panic began to set in. He clasped his hands together, squeezing them tightly in an attempt to quell the chaos.
Ryan knelt beside him, his expression shifting from concern to alarm as he grabbed Aron’s hands and turned them over. His breath hitched at the sight: Aron’s entire hand was a landscape of angry red scratches, each mark raw and inflamed. Small, ominous red spots dotted his skin, threatening to spread further.
"What the...?" Ryan murmured, disbelief mingling with fear in his voice. He instinctively scanned the area for anything that might have caused this sudden reaction, but everything appeared normal.
"R—Ryan!" Aron gasped, his voice strained as he fought against the urge to scratch. "It hurts!"
"Kai!" Ryan shouted, his voice echoing with urgency. "Hurry! Get me cold water!"
Kai, who had been lingering nearby, reacted instantly. His eyes widened with alarm, and without a moment’s hesitation, he dashed toward the kitchen, his footsteps quickening as he navigated through the chaotic energy of the group.
Ryan remained focused on Aron, his heart racing. "Just breathe, Aron," he urged, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rising panic within him. "We’ll get you help. Just hang in there."
Moments later, Kai emerged from the kitchen, a bottle of cold water clutched tightly in his hand. He rushed back to them, his expression a mix of determination and concern.
"Here!" Ryan said, grabbing the bottle from Kai’s hands with a sense of urgency. He twisted off the cap and poured the cool liquid over Aron’s inflamed hand. The icy water cascaded over the angry skin, a sharp contrast to the burning sensation, and for a brief moment, Aron felt a rush of relief.
However, the moment was short-lived; he winced, a cry escaping his lips as the cold met his irritated skin. The sting was almost unbearable, but it was better than the relentless itch.
Ryan’s eyes scanned the room quickly, his usual calm demeanor betraying a hint of urgency as he realized Aron’s condition was worsening. He didn’t waste time. "I need my kit," he said firmly, turning on his heel and starting towards the door, his steps brisk and purposeful.
Hearing the command, Jay’s head snapped up, understanding the severity of the situation. Without a word, he glanced around for a moment, then bolted toward the stairs. His feet barely touched the ground as he dashed up to Ryan’s room, knowing every second counted.
The atmosphere was thick with tension as everyone else watched Aron, whose breaths were ragged, hands trembling with the relentless irritation. His face contorted in pain, and it was clear the itching was growing unbearable.
Jay returned moments later, breathless, but clutching the medical kit tightly in his hands. "Got it!" he called, rushing over to Ryan.
Ryan, still calm but with an underlying urgency, took the kit immediately, his hands working fast yet precise. He quickly snapped it open and pulled out a syringe, his focus solely on Aron now. There was no hesitation as he grabbed the vial, expertly filling the syringe with the medication.
Kneeling beside Aron, Ryan spoke in a low, soothing voice, "This will ease the itching. Just hold still."
Without wasting another second, Ryan gently took Aron’s arm, found the right spot, and administered the injection. His movements were smooth and practiced, the needle slipping into Aron’s skin with barely a wince.
Aron flinched slightly, but Ryan held steady, ensuring the medicine was delivered properly before withdrawing the needle. He placed his hand over Aron’s, squeezing lightly as he applied pressure to the injection site.
"You’re going to feel better soon," Ryan reassured, his voice unwavering, still radiating that calm authority that had a way of putting everyone else at ease.
The room remained silent as the tension gradually lifted, waiting for the medication to take effect, bringing relief to Aron’s tormented body.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and gradually, the frantic tension in Aron’s body began to ease. His breathing slowed, and the relentless itching that had once consumed him finally subsided. He took a deep, shaky breath, relief washing over his features as his body relaxed for the first time since the episode began.
Aron blinked, his vision clearing as he lifted his gaze to meet Ryan’s. There was a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion in his eyes, but also a silent question—was it over?
Ryan, who had been watching him closely the entire time, gave a small nod. He reached out and gently took hold of Aron’s wrist, his fingers finding the pulse point with practiced ease.
He focused, counting the steady beats as he felt the thrum of life beneath his fingertips. It was slower now, more even, signaling that the worst had passed.
