My stomach was churning with worry while I took care of Frank. He had gotten worse when I brought him to the guest room. his skin turned pale, beads of sweat were on his forehead, and he had a fever. On the other hand, I had placed a cold, wet towel on Frank's forehead and neck to bring down his fever.
For a few hours, he was unresponsive, and a sense of anxiety overcame me. Why was Frank so weak? His injuries were healing, and the chilli shouldn't have affected him this badly. I raised an eyebrow, wondering if something was wrong with him. Brushing aside my thoughts, I stayed by Frank's side until later in the evening when color returned to his cheeks and he finally opened his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked, attempting to keep the concern out of my voice.
Frank nodded, his voice gruff,
