Arthur’s POV
The fever came back stronger than before.
I thought I was already recovering. The poison had been removed from my body, and the physicians assured me I was safe.
But that night, my body burned again as if I were still fighting for my life.
My skin felt hot. My thoughts became unclear.
And the only thing I could see blurry was Daniel.
She sat beside my bed, holding a wet cloth to my forehead. Her touch was gentle. Her face looked worried, but calm.
I reached for her without thinking.
“Daniel…”
My voice sounded weak, almost like a child’s.
I did not want her to leave my side.
My fingers found her wrist and held on tightly. I felt afraid that if I let go, she would disappear.
“Daniel…” I whispered again.
She leaned closer immediately.
“I am here,” she said softly.
