Her forehead was burning, and she could barely open her eyes, only feeling someone pressing down on her wrist, unable to move.
She always felt like someone was talking by her ear, as if it were in reality, yet it also seemed like a dream.
She couldn't quite distinguish between reality and dream.
It was just like moments ago; she had a very long and sweet dream and was somewhat unwilling to wake up.
"Uncomfortable..." she murmured softly.
Jesse Rowan held her wrist and touched her forehead with his other hand, still very hot: "So hot, it's no wonder you're uncomfortable. Who else to blame but yourself for being reckless."
He wasn't a stranger to high fevers. Before the age of five, living in the countryside with poor conditions, he often had fevers and there weren't very good medicines to treat them.
During those times, his mother would use home remedies to cool him down.
