"Increase the dose, now." Maya screeched.
"She isn't responding. Her face! It is so red." Someone gasped, injecting the higher dosage.
"Maybe it is her heat." Maya sighed, trying to be optimistic. She knew it wasn't the case, probably. No one turns red like a cherry in their heat. Plus, it's just Madelyn's skin. Her temperature fluctuated a lot. Sometimes it was too high, as if she was burning with a fever. And the next moment, she would be as cold as a corpse.
The nurses didn't say much to counter, even if they were doubtful. There was no explanation for what was happening to Madelyn. They had never dealt with anything so peculiar.
"I think we are losing her. Her pulse is too weak. She could slip into a coma anytime now." A nurse panicked.
"No! No-no-no... Sat with us, Madelyn."
