Cedric's perspective:
Selena's fever had finally broken.
Selena's fever had finally broken, but she was still in bad shape—cold sweat on her forehead, dry, pale lips, and a feverish flush on her cheeks.
Even in her sleep, she looked like she was fighting something, clutching the blanket with furrowed brows.
I placed a cool cloth on her forehead, hoping to soothe her.
She reached out, her hand weakly grasping my arm, heat radiating from her touch. "My head hurts... my whole body aches…" she murmured, looking so fragile.
With a sigh, I slipped under the blanket and pulled her gently into my arms.
"Go back to sleep," I whispered, kissing her forehead and massaging away the tension. "Don't worry, the pain will pass. I'm here."
Slowly, the tightness in her face eased, and her breath
