I blinked as I felt a hand gently stroke the top of my hijab-covered head.
"It's dawn."
A voice greeted me as I opened my eyes. He gave a slight smile.
I scanned the surroundings with my eyes. Gathering the information that had been paused before I f ell asleep. Emil was asleep in front of me. One of his hands was connected to an IV. Apparently, I had fallen asleep sitting with my head resting on Emil's bed.
I gently caressed his small face. The blood test results showed Emil's platelets had dropped drastically. Only 90,000 per microliter of blood, far below the minimum threshold of 150,000.
Dengue fever, almost leading to Dengue Shock Syndrome—a very dangerous complication, as the doctor explained.
According to the doctor's explanation, the situation would have worsened if delayed a
