Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I helped her drink a few mouthfuls of water. “Mom, why are you hot? Didn’t you take medicine for fever?” I asked her worriedly when I felt the abnormality in her body temperature.
“I took, honey. I am just tired,” she replied in a sleepy voice after gulping down the last mouthful of water.
I put the glass on the center table behind me and slowly lowered her upper body which I had lifted up earlier.
“You don’t worry, Char. I am okay. I just need a good sleep, and you know that I will be good by tomorrow morning.” She assured me with a weak smile, but I felt uneasiness.
“Let me check your temperature first,” I mumbled, ignoring her assurance and went to the cabinet under the TV to get the first Aid Box.
I brought the box to the center table and put it dow
