Some People Can Take Offence

Zaria was going to look for Cameron for help.

Elian was running a fever again. She wanted to leave to call someone quickly.

"Wait." He grabbed her wrist. His voice was husky like he was thirsty, in need of water.

"Yes?" Zaria turned around with anxiety covering her pretty facial features.

It was his birthday and now he got sick again. She should have told her aunt to make Elian stay in the home.

If he did not want to celebrate his birthday extravagantly, they simply could have cut the cake.

He did not say anything and kept holding her hand.

"Elian, I am going to help you, okay? You will be fine." He still kept his quiet, and stared at her, watching her leave with hooded eyes.

'She wants to help me?'

She twisted the doorknob and found it was locked. She twisted it again, hoping to see someone who could help them.

Bang!

She hit the door loudly, but no one heard her. She kept hitting it.

He felt there was a fire torturing him, burning him.