The drip holding medicine hung on the clothes rack, with liquid dripping down the soft tube, flowing into Fifteen's body.
The girl on the pillow was unusually quiet at this moment.
Phoebe sat on the chair pulled up to the bedside, reaching out to feel Fifteen's forehead.
The initial sweat had receded, but her forehead was now dry and hot again. Feeling the burning skin under his palm, Phoebe's brow furrowed once more.
He took the thermometer from the table, wiped it with a cotton ball, and carefully pinched her chin to insert the thermometer into her mouth.
Under the light, Fifteen's lips were noticeably chapped.
Blood loss combined with high fever had caused significant dehydration, and the medication would take time to replenish.
Moments later, the thermometer displayed the final temperature. After a brief drop, Fifteen's temperature soared again, now back up to 38.5 degrees.
Phoebe removed the thermometer and stood up, striding out of the room.
