Betsy Russell was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Her consciousness was fluctuating between clarity and haziness. She lay weakly on the bed, and though the temperature was low at the moment, she was still hot with flushed cheeks before passing out.
Jared Hughes had been drenched in cold water, gradually regaining consciousness. Once he was fully awake, he put on a bathrobe.
Jared wanted to go out and see how Betsy was doing, but she had already locked the bathroom door beforehand.
He stood inside the bathroom, calling out to her, "Betsy, how are you?"
Jared didn't hear anything outside, his heart tightening as his eyes filled with worry.
"Betsy, are you still there?"
"Betsy, if you can hear me, please answer."
"Betsy?"
...
Jared's expression grew darker. Worried about Betsy, he kicked open the bathroom door with a bang.
As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Betsy with a flushed face, passed out on the bed.
