So, it turned out I really was dying. My fever was so high that it was dangerous to me. It was no wonder it wouldn't go down with first aid medications.
But how did he even get me to the hospital? Was he not scared of getting caught by the people who wanted him dead?
Well, he was cladded from head to toe so maybe they wouldn't know it was him even if they saw him.
He was wearing my favorite hoodie, a face cap, and a nose mask.
I was only able to tell it was him because it was 'my' hoodie he was wearing and there was a familiar scent lingering from him. In the ward filled with different smells, I could catch his scent as if it was natural.
'Hm, I must be delusional from almost dying of a fever.' I thought.
