That day, Charlos picked Rissa up very early in the morning. Risa just woke up. His lover looked pale, her hair disheveled. Charlos immediately approached her.
"Are you alright?" asked Charlos.
Risa nodded, but her lips were white, and her eyes seemed unfocused. Charlos immediately led Rissa into the car.
"I'll take you to the doctor."
"I don't want to go to the doctor," said Rissa weakly.
"Come on. Just a moment. Don't worry, I'll accompany you," Charlos coaxed.
"I don't want to go to the doctor." Rissa started to sob.
Charlos fastened the seat belt on Rissa. Then he rubbed Rissa's head. "You hold on for a second. I'll drive fast."
"Charlos, I just need to eat Marie biscuits and I'll be fine," Rissa said as she closed her eyes.
Charlos was very sad to see Rissa like that. Rissa's condition seemed weaker than before.
"Okay. I'll get the Marie biscuits. You stay here and don't go anywhere."
