Because of her injuries, Savannah could not take a bath. After cleaning her body with a towel, she lay huddled up in bed with her back to the door.
Garcia wanted to keep her accompany, but Savannah asked her to leave. With half a sigh, Garcia dimmed the lamp and left the room.
She didn't know what happened to Mr. Sterling and Savannah. Hope they just had a quarrel for a small matter and would be all right tomorrow.
Garcia spent a sleepless night worrying about Savannah.
The next morning, she hurried upstairs before it was light and knocked at the door.
There was no response. She pushed the door in and turned on the light, gasping.
Savannah was lying unconscious on the bed, wrapping the quilt tightly. She flushed from fever, breathing rapidly, and her forehead was burning.
Her body's resistance was always low for any reason. After she caught a chill and fell down in the rain, she couldn't endure it and finally had a fever,
