The entire next day had passed too, but Jin showed no signs of waking up. His fever remained at the same temperature. He looked paler as more time went by.
Shui kept questioning and urging Jun to let Jin be treated in a hospital. He wanted to too. But he also knew somewhere in his heart that it wasn't a normal fever. It wouldn't help Jin even if they took him to the hospital.
There was something Jin had to do to himself to get out of this bind.
"How long should we be doing this, Ai? The more time it takes, the more difficult it will be for Jin and to explain stuff to everyone else."
Ai changed the wet cloth from his forehead and replaced it with a new one. She, too, felt helpless. Shui's concern and questions started to grow more aggressive too.
"Shui hasn't stopped crying since. I cannot see her in that state either," she pursed her lips, "I had to force her to get some rest or she would have fallen sick."
