"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.

With great care, she carried him all the way back home from the seaside.

Once they were home, Marlowe chose not to alert Granger, opting instead to sneak Mitchel quietly up to the second floor.

By the time she got Mitchel to the second floor, her body ached all over.

She laid Mitchel on the bed and went to fetch a towel to wipe his body. As she unbuttoned his shirt, she discovered a deep, long wound on his back. The sight of it, aggravated by the seawater, was startling.

Marlowe hadn't realized how grave his injury was. Had she known sooner, she would have rushed him to the hospital.

Thankfully, there were medical supplies and a first-aid kit at home.

Plus, Marlowe had some basic first-aid training.

Swiftly, she fetched the first-aid kit and tended to Mitchel's wound.

After a simple bandage, she helped him take some fever-reducing medicine. Returning with cold water to lower his temperature, she stood by the bed, observing Mitchel's closed eyes, and murmured, "I saved you. Please, don't die in my house."

Meanwhile, in Eleymond.

Ariana appeared fine; she had had a routine check-up the night before.

While waiting for the results, Shawn approached Holden and whispered something.

Holden nodded. Then, he turned to Ariana. "Return to your room and wait. I'll be back shortly."

Ariana complied, heading back to her room.

Holden and Shawn walked to a quiet corner. Holden inquired, "What's the matter?"