It was 38.6 degrees Celsius.

Without delay, Tyrone grabbed the fever-reducing sachets from the kit, mixed them with some warm water, and helped Sabrina drink it.

He soaked a cloth with alcohol, then gently dabbed her forehead and neck.

Setting the towel aside, he contemplated wiping her underarms for better cooling, but her thermal top was too tight.

He hesitated momentarily, then decided to remove her thermal underwear, thinking she'd understand it was in her best interest.

Carefully, he used the alcohol-damp cloth on her underarms, arms, and chest.

As his gaze drifted over her soft curves and narrow waist, the depth in his eyes intensified.

Once done, he snugly covered her with the blanket and monitored her fever, reapplying the alcohol every twenty minutes.

Her fever began to go down by 4 a.m.

Feeling a weight lift off his chest, Tyrone snuggled in beside her, drawing her close.

But as he shut his eyes, he sensed the tenderness of her smooth skin.

Despite his attempts, sleep eluded him. An unexpected fire of desire kindled within him, enveloping him in intense heat.

Sabrina's slumber was fitful, causing her to shift several times in his hold. Her occasional gentle contact with his sensitive areas ignited a fire of desire within him, intensifying the flames of longing even further.

Adding to his torment, as Sabrina shifted, the single button securing her upper body's only undergarment came undone and slipped down.

Almost reflexively, Tyrone found himself pulling her even closer.

Just as Jennie said, it smelled good and soft.

Despite the overwhelming urge, he restrained himself out of consideration for her health, merely holding her close till the morning Light.

Sabrina blinked her eyes open slowly, her head spinning and feeling disoriented. Her throat felt parched and fiery, as though she had swallowed a blade, and she experienced a sharp pain. Her body ached all over, leaving her with no inclination to rise.

She took a deep breath.

But she found her nostrils blocked.