Avalana’s POV
Sound of loud breathing woke me up from my slumber. My eyes peeled open, and I looked at Vincenzo. He was gasping in his sleep, his eyebrows creased and thick layer of perspiration on his forehead.
“Vincenzo.” I shook him slightly.
He grunted breathily, taking noisy breaths.
“Wake up.” I said sleepily.
His skin was burning hot, more than before. I peeled the covers off him and got out of the bed. Hurrying to the bathroom, I wetted the towel with cool water and went out and kept it on his forehead. The temperature was too high. I bit my lip and pressed the cloth on his forehead.
Gently waking him up, I gave him medicine to reduce fever.
“I feel weak.” He complained hoarsely.
“It is because you starved yourself.” I frowned. “The doctor will be he
