★JASMINE★
Cynthia's body jerked upward then collapsed back on the bed. A wave of panic overwhelmed me as I began to tap her cheeks vigorously while asking;
“Cynthia, are you okay? Can you hear me? It's me, Jasmine. Please respond with anything if you can hear my voice.”
Witnessing what was going on, Caroline immediately dropped her plate of food on the chair, picked up a contact thermometer, and rushed beside me. She forced open Cynthia's mouth and laid the thermometer beneath her tongue. Seconds later, she brought it out reading the figures. “Her temperature is stable. I thought she was having a high fever from the trauma she just suffered from, but that's not the case.”
“Lady Jas–mine." I heard Cynthia wheeze and I drew my gaze from the thermometer in Caroline's hand back to her fa
