She didn't wake up until noon the next day.
This time, she was awakened by hunger.
She touched her stomach, so hungry, really hungry.
Jasmine Yale raised her feeble arm, trying to sit up in bed, but without the strength, she had to give up.
Sunlight seeped through the window, spreading across the floor and the bed.
It was another beautiful day.
She opened her eyes and turned to look out the window.
Through the half-drawn curtains, she saw the blue sky and white clouds.
She touched her forehead, the fever had subsided, the previous night had really frightened her.
"Awake?" the man came over, holding a cup of warm water in his hand.
Jasmine Yale was startled, rubbed her forehead, and then remembered that he was the one who had taken her to the hospital.
Later, she refused to stay in the hospital, so he took her back home.
Had he stayed the whole time?