Soon after, Max observed Charlene’s eyeballs moved inside her closed lids. She slightly grunted as she throaty exhaled from her mouth. Slowly flickering, her wide bright eyes greeted him. Her brows started to knit together.
Charlene noticed Max was restlessly staring at her, stroking her hair.
“Hey…. What happened?” Charlene asked in her croaky voice as she touched the cold cloth resting on her forehead,
“Hey… You’re sick. You’ve got a fever,” Max answered back, “How are you feeling now?” he worriedly asked, pressing Charlene's free hand,
Charlene looked around the slightly dark room. “I’m hungry,” she said right away as she tried to get up from her bed,
Max helped Charlene to get up. Soon as she settled, he slowly stood up.
Slowly brushing her hair, Max kissed Charlene’s fore
