She felt utterly warm in her bedding that night. Her entire body was sweating like a water tap had been left open. Her lips let out faint groans and whimpers while her face turned left and right as if a nightmare haunted her.
In the darkness of night in the Holy Land, in a room shared by three women and a young girl, one had become the focus of attention. They tried to wake her up from the nightmare, but she couldn't, no matter what.
Her body sweltered in fever, and her lips began to turn pale from the lack of water in her system.
"Xye, wake up!"
"What's happening to you?"
"Looks like a seizure, Mother Xavia."
"No, it's not that. I checked her body, and there are no such signs," Xavia confirmed quickly and ran off to get her elaborate medical toolkit. "She's losing too much fluids too quickly. I'll have to give it through her veins. Isabella, inform the sick bay."
