"He's been running a fever for quite some time," Sydney remarked with a calm demeanor, watching as Stephanie's face transformed into a mask of concern, her gaze fixed on Jordan.
Stephanie's voice trembled with anxiety. "We can't just wait for the doctor. What should we do? He feels like he's on fire," she exclaimed, her anticipation almost palpable.
Meanwhile, Sydney observed Stephanie, biting her lip slightly. She knew she had to intervene, even if it meant stepping in a bit, because getting Jordan better was all that mattered.
She reached out to call a staff member, noticing Stephanie's worried gaze still locked on Jordan, until her attention shifted to Sydney's actions.
A small frown began to form on Stephanie's face as she prepared to question Sydney, but before she could, Sydney gently interjected, "Stephanie, could you please stand up?" She said this carefully, striving not to sound impolite as she watched Stephanie's reluctant expression.
