As Timothee noticed the erratic convulsions of Fae Aurora, he swiftly grabbed a glass of water, attempting to help her sip it. Gradually, Aurora’s spasms subsided, and she breathed a sigh of relief, a moment that allowed Timothee’s own breath to steady, witnessing her slow recovery. He calmed himself and immediately sought further assistance.
“Mom, are you alright? Why this sudden fever?” Timothee caressed Aurora’s hand, his voice laden with concern.
Aurora offered a weak smile, her gaze filled with affection, “I’m fine, Barbara, don’t worry. It’s just a slight fever.”
“But this fever isn’t normal, mom. You’re clearly unwell. Is this because you helped me last night?” Timothee pressed, seeking the truth behind Aurora’s deteriorating condition.
Shaking her head softly, Aurora replied, “
