"Hey, wake up!" Marlowe shouted twice, but Mitchel didn't respond.

Feeling his forehead, Marlowe grew anxious. The hospital was on the other side of the island, and it would take more than ten minutes by taxi. Given the late hours, finding a taxi would be difficult, and they might not make it to the hospital in time.

If Mitchel's fever continued, it could be life-threatening.

Marlowe regretted leaving him alone earlier. She had thought he was fine.

After a moment's thought, she decided to take action despite the challenge. Mitchel was significantly taller than her, but she managed to hoist him up.