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Fever 2
It’s been two hours and Jun’s fever wasn’t going down. Iori wiped away the sweat running down his forehead with a cool towel and sighed. If this goes on like this, she was going to have to take him to the hospital.
Iori didn’t know if it was tiredness or the amount of alcohol he consumed but he had been out cold all this time. Not even stirring as the fever ravaged his body. Iori tried to get as much water and fluids into him as well as medicine, but still, his temperature wasn’t showing any sign of going down.
Iori went to stand up to change the towel and see if she would find something to bring his body temperature down. But a strong hand grabbed her hand not letting her go.
She turned around to find Jun looking at her with half opened eyes,
“Where are you going? Stay with me…” He whispered
“I’m just going to change the towel and find something to bring down your fever,” Iori said
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