157

157

LUKE'S POV.

"Esme!" I called, getting to my feet, as I dashed to her, crouching next to her. Her face was ghastly pale, and she was unconscious.

"Why did she just fall? Is she okay?" Drake asked, getting to his feet, as he looked at Esme in worry.

I took Esme in my arms, and led her to the Palace clinic, while Drake followed behind.

We walked quickly to the clinic, getting lots of looks from the maids we passed by.

"My, my. Oh please set her down." The female nurse said, as she led us in to the rooms. I placed Esme on her bed, and the nurse began to take out a few things, checking her with them.

"Is she fine?" I asked.

"She's burning up, and looks really pale. I can't really say until we run tests, but you may wait outside while I contact the doctor, so we can test her. However, her condition doesn't look too worrisome to me." She replied, and Drake and I walked out the room into the corridor.