"I already know everything." Phoebe interrupted her, placing the cup back on the table, and pulled over a thin blanket to cover her. "You silly girl, why didn't you tell me you got hurt so badly?"
"I..."
Fifteen opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
"Luckily, I found out in time, otherwise your little arm could have been ruined."
Phoebe gave her a sidelong glance, her tone sounded reproachful, but was mostly concerned.
Fifteen raised the corners of her lips.
"Thank you, Phoebe."
"So polite, not like your personality."
Phoebe teased with a smile, then picked up the thermometer again and brought it to her mouth.
"Try checking the temperature again."
Fifteen opened her mouth to hold the thermometer, and Phoebe got up to refill a cup of water.
A moment later, the temperature was checked.
