"Jonathan!" I called, slapping his cheeks, and got no response.
"Sir," I heard Zeke's voice as he ran down the stairs, rushing to my side. He held him, hitting him but got no response.
"Let's take him upstairs," He lifted him and wrapped his arm around his neck, and I assisted him to take him upstairs to a room.
We got inside the room, and Zeke gently placed him on the bed. He brought out his phone and made a phone call.
I tucked him on the bed properly and checked his temperature; it was pretty high. I went to the washroom, and I picked a towel that I saw, I soaked the towel with cold water and went back to the bedroom.
I placed the wet towel on his forehead and went back to the washroom to get another towel and a bowl of cold water.
"His doctor will be here soon," Zeke announced and I nodded. I soaked the second towel in the cold water and placed it on his exposed arms.
