The boy's cool palm touched my forehead, and he sounded a bit anxious, "Hey, do you have a fever?!"
"It's just a mild fever, nothing serious," I corrected his way of addressing me, "And remember, you should call me sister from now on."
Dekly ignored the latter part of my sentence, his brows furrowed, "Is this what you call a mild fever? I'm taking you to the hospital."
A few hours ago, I was the one dragging him along, but now, it was Dekly holding my hand, pulling me to the hospital.
38.9 degrees Celsius.
I didn't realize the arcade could have such a strong effect, making my mild fever of 37 degrees shoot up to nearly 39 in just a few hours.
Dekly looked annoyed, "What were you thinking, going to the arcade with a fever?"
As I was on a drip, I said innocently, "It really was just a
