That affectionate call made Lilia's body freeze. She slowly turned her head and stared at Jean. The man who always looked handsome now looked tired. Jean's face was wrinkled and there were dark circles under his eyes, showing that he hadn't slept all night.
"What happened to me?" Lilia asked, but her voice was hoarse and nasal. Her throat felt dry and rough as if she had swallowed sand.
Jean poured a glass of warm water from the thermos that was on the table. Then he helped Lilia sit down before handing her the glass.
"You had a high fever last night." Jean said briefly.
After Lilia finished the water in the glass, her throat felt better. She touched her forehead to check her temperature, "Looks like my fever has gone down." Lilia said while returning the glass to Jean.
Jean put it on the table, then he also reached out and touched Lilia's forehead with the back of his hand. He nodded when he felt Lilia's temperature had returned to normal.
