Who is Dante?

After Keenan left the apartment, Richie decided to go into the room. Sharlynn was seen closing her eyes again, and her breathing looked a little heavy. Richie could see her chest rising and falling due to Sharlynn's position on her back.

Richie walked over to the side of the bed and looked at the nightstand. The bowl of soup still looked full and started losing its smoke as it cooled. A glass of sparkling water was still on the same tray without a drop.

"Sharlynn," Richie called. He reached out and hesitantly placed his hand on her forehead. "You should eat something and take your medicine."

"Richie, can you please not disturb me..." moaned Sharlynn, who was still not asleep. "My head is spinning."

Richie's palm rose reflexively as he felt the woman's body temperature rise. His breath felt hot, too; maybe the doctor was right when he said Sharlynn had flu symptoms.

"Would you like something other than soup? I'll make it for you. But soup is delicious for your body to recover. You want