"Something's wrong with Rosey," Theovin exclaimed urgently as he burst into his bedroom, slamming the door open, and rushed to her bed.
"She's burning up. Do you think it's because she drank my blood and your essence?" Theovin questioned Gold Song with a worried tone.
Gently, he laid Rosey on the bed and carefully examined her, his eyes filled with concern.
As Theovin gently laid Rosey on the bed, he noticed that her clothing was drenched with sweat, clinging to her skin as if she had just emerged from a river.
Her skin was deathly pale, almost translucent, as if it were drained of all color.
As she struggled to breathe, her lips quivered, and her chest heaved with each breath.
The room was silent, except for the sound of her labored breathing. Theovin's heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation.
"Shit!" Theovin cursed under his breath, trying to keep his calm.
