To avoid any misunderstandings later, she took a quick photo of him.
Then, she pulled out a silver needle from her purse.
Carefully, she pricked a small wound on his index finger. Dark blood oozed out.
Chantelle took out her lipstick and doodled a tortoise on Daniel's chest.
Amused, she snapped another picture.
An hour later, Daniel slowly regained consciousness. His fever was gone, but his irritation flared up as soon he realized he was drenched in an ice bath.
Standing up to get out, he noticed someone sitting against the wall.
Chantelle had fallen asleep while waiting for him to recover. Her arms were crossed tightly, and her body shivered slightly from the cold.
Daniel chose not to wake her. Instead, he dried himself off with a towel and gently carried her to the bed.
As soon as she felt the softness of the mattress and the warmth of the blanket, she drifted into a deep sleep.
