"Ethan, wake up! Don't scare me!" Lily called out, her voice trembling as she lightly slapped his face. Her palms could feel the searing heat radiating from his skin.
This time, Ethan didn't wake up. His head rested heavily against her shoulder, his eyes tightly shut, and even his breath felt scorching hot.
She needed to find a doctor immediately.
Summoning all her strength, Lily managed to lift Ethan off the ground. Though he was lean, his height—well over six feet—made it almost impossible for her to move him without nearly collapsing herself.
Gritting her teeth, Lily dragged Ethan to the sofa, struggling under his weight. The couch was too small to accommodate him fully, leaving his long legs bent awkwardly.
Lily hurried to the bathroom, finding a seemingly unused towel in the cabinet. Wetting it with cold water, she folded it and placed it on Ethan's burning forehead.
There wasn't any medicine in the house.
