Micheal's Pov
I don't know how much time has passed but my consciousness kept fading and coming to in small intervals, and each time I was able to open my eyes, I found Noah taking care of me with a cold wet cloth in his hand and sometimes trying to feed me with the congee I was sure he had ordered.
There was no fucking way Noah had made something edible on his second attempt in the kitchen.
I couldn't eat it all though. Maybe I took in a spoon or two, I don't remember but I coughed each time I swallowed.
Anyway, my fever seemed really high and the emergency pills I had at home didn't seem to cut it. No amount of wet rags cleaning up my sweat and burning body did the trick either because at the end of the day, what looked like a worried Noah shook me lightly till I opened my eyes and said,
"Noah, you have to go to a hospital," he said. "Your condition isn't getting any better and... You keep burning up."
