Putting the glass of water on the table, Phoebe gently lifted Fifteen up, leaning her against his chest. He took the glass, bringing it to her lips.
"Fifteen, wake up, have some water."
Fifteen did not respond.
Helplessly, Phoebe reached for a spoon, scooped a small amount of water, and brought it to her lips.
Fifteen still did not react, the water immediately trickled down her lips. Phoebe wiped the water from her chin and shook her shoulder again.
"Fifteen... Fifteen, wake up."
The girl in his arms still showed no response, and the towel slipped from her forehead.
Pulling the towel back, placing it on her forehead, Phoebe carefully held her chin, gently opening her lips and teeth, then fed her water with a small spoon and closed her jaw.
This time, the water finally went in.
He sighed in relief, then continued to feed her one spoonful at a time.
Caring for someone is truly exhausting work. After feeding one glass, Phoebe was already drenched in sweat.
