Again and again, once, twice, thrice...
The hot water took away the heat, and Fifteen's body temperature finally began to lower little by little.
Phoebe helped her check her temperature again; this time, it finally started to drop, down to 38.2 degrees.
He was slightly relieved but didn't dare to stop, fearing her temperature might spike again.
Putting away the thermometer, he picked up a towel and rushed into the restroom once more.
Moments later, Phoebe came out with two hot towels again, walked to the bedside, and swiftly pulled back the thin blanket covering Fifteen.
Carefully placing the hot towel on her back, he gently supported her injured arm, focusing intently without a trace of impropriety in his heart.
Phoebe didn't know that Fifteen, who had been in a feverish daze, had actually regained consciousness.
She opened her eyes, looked at the unfamiliar headboard in front of her, and blinked in confusion.
