Ashley kept wiping his body and repeatedly changed his forehead towel. His fever abated a bit, but was still on a higher side. She needed to give him Advil and was waiting for his porridge to come. There was a knock at the door as if on cue, and Sherry, the house help, entered the room with a tray in her hand. She thanked Sherry and took the tray from her.
Keeping the tray on the side table along with the Advil, she got a couple of more towels from the bath. The next task was to wake Aaron up with everything ready, but she was having a hard time waking him up as his weak and tired body was not cooperating, but however difficult it might be, she had to wake him up. “Wake up, Aaron. You have to eat something before taking your medicine.” After a struggle of 10 minutes, he said faintly, “Ca
