Jasmine panicked, scared, her fingers trembling as she opened her phone and dialed the emergency number.
With her big belly, she went to the bathroom to grab a towel, soaked it with cold water, and placed it on his forehead.
At this moment, his forehead was scorching, burning fiercely.
"Sylvan Cheney, wake up, don't have any more accidents. Do you know how long I've been waiting for good news about you being okay? Sylvan, didn't you just promise to go see the fireflies with me today? You can't break your word again..."
"You swear at me, and I didn't say anything. Just don't scare me, okay."
Jasmine's fingers trembled as she wiped his cheeks.
Jasmine was terribly frightened, her face pale, not much better off than Sylvan.
She lowered her head and smelled the faint scent of shower gel on him, mixed with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol.
His apartment was quite large but very cold and cheerless. There was no kitchen, indicating he would not eat at home.
