"Kendrick… is it really you?"
Her delicate arm reached out from the bathtub, pitifully clutching his sleeve.
Kendrick crouched down, his heart aching. "It’s me, Anna. I’m here."
He touched her forehead—it was burning hot. At the same time, his fingers brushed against the water in the tub. It was ice-cold.
He immediately understood. Anna had soaked herself in cold water to suppress the heat consuming her body.
But this method was far too damaging to her health.
Guilt surged through Kendrick. He should have come sooner.
"You can’t stay in here like this. I’m taking you out."
Annabelle obediently murmured in agreement.
She seemed frozen stiff, or perhaps the drug had left her in a dazed state. She nestled into his arms without resistance as he carried her out of the bathroom.
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