"Ailey, how are you feeling today? Do you have fever still?"
Aileen didn't get the chance to speak before Janette placed the back of her palm on her forehead. Shrugging, she sighed and lay on the bed with her eyes closed. She was drained..., exhausted, didn't feel like she could even manage to get out of that room.
"What are you doing?" Aileen attempted to raise from her place, but Janette didn't allow her. "Your last day's stubbornness had made you like this. Now, see. You are getting weaker again,"
"I needed to do it. And trust me- " She ran her hand on her face, said helplessly, " -I am still not sure if this will work, Jane. They didn't like it when I placed that proposal."
"You can't make everyone happy, Ailey. What you did, was needed. And still, I believe this won't be enough."
