Lennox's POV
Minutes passed, and though her breathing had steadied, her body was still trembling slightly between us. I could feel the cold radiating off her skin, and I knew something wasn't right. She should've been warmer by now. I glanced at Levi, who was gently rubbing her arm, and then at Louis, who had stopped massaging her thighs, his brows furrowed in concern.
"She's still cold," Levi murmured. "Why?"
And then I realized it.
"She's still dressed…" I whispered, brushing my hand along her side, feeling the thin, damp fabric clinging to her skin. "Her clothes are wet."
Louis sat up slightly. "We need to undress her. It's holding in the chill."
I looked at Olivia's pale face, her lips slightly parted as she breathed, her eyebrows twitching faintly like she was still fighting, even in her sleep.
"Olivia," I said softly, brushing her cheek again. "We're going to undress you now, alright? Just to keep you warm."
She didn't respond, didn't resist—just trembled again.
