Are you sure we are trusting the right man

After using the restroom, Erna completed her nightly routine and got into bed beside Jonathan.

Her moderate headache was making her hiss intermittently, which led to grabbing Jonathan's attention.

"What's the matter? Don't you feel good?" Jonathan inquired, observing the anxious expression on her face.

He reached out his hand and caressed her forehead. "You seem to have a mild fever," he replied, peering at her with concern.

Erna dismissed his worries with a smile. "Don't worry, it's just a mild headache. I'll have the medicine and it'll be gone in no time," she said, turning to take it from the side table drawer.

She quickly gulped it down and lay down on the bed.

The weight had been pressing on Erna's mind for some time, but she chose to disregard it, assuming it would eventually lift. Nonetheless, it seemed to deteriorate over time, necessitating medication.

"Are you sure it's not that serious?" Jonathan, dubious, inquired.