While we slept, Nora’s body started feeling hot, and it happened that she had a fever.
I positioned myself beside Nora on the bed and put a wet, cold cloth on her forehead; to no avail.
"Nora, should I take you to the hospital?" I asked nervously.
She gently protested by shaking her head. "No, Peace. Call a nurse. I do not want to go home."
I experienced a lack of clarity. Her obstinacy was part to which I had grown accustomed; however, I also knew that when she said she did not want to go, she meant it.
"I will call someone," I said, taking out my cell and calling a nurse with whom I had already had dealings.
About one hour later, a nurse entered the room. She was a mature woman with a calm face and carried a doctor's bag. Upon entering, she inspected Nora's condition, took her temp
