Third Person's POV
Everything was going well, so good.
Until it did not go well.
James Miller had a fever. That meant the death of the peaceful existence of Mia Edge. He had been out for a night patrol with his team when they had to face the sudden wrath of a storm. James had been drenched and all the cold air was not helping him at all. He had been working all night to get a few people stuck in a building with other paramedics and firefighters. He had not even gotten a single minute to take care of himself so it was for sure that he would have a fever.
The doctor had prescribed him a few medicines and told him that his fever would wear off till the end of the weekend. It was nothing major and he should take a rest at home. It was Thursday morning when James had said that he would be back by night and it was Friday night when he had finally got the time to go back home.
