“Okay, she's on her period. Be careful when you prescribe anything,"

Matthew reminded him.

Whatever the medicine was, it had side effects. If possible, he didn't want her to take the medicine, especially on her period. Besides, Erica had already downed a dose of cold medicine before going to bed.

Doctor Lambert nodded.

“I'd also like you to try other methods before giving her any meds. She should be getting plenty of fluids, so make sure she always has some water by the bedside. The ice bath is also an option. If things don't get any better, then you can start her on the medicine."

“Got it."

After the doctor's visit, the hotel manager assigned someone to go pick up the prescription. Then the manager asked, “Shall I get someone to apply alcohol to Erica's body?"

Matthew refused, "I don't think that will be necessary."

It was his fault Erica had a fever. If he had not gotten angry with her, she wouldn't have tried to hurt herself in this way.

Alcohol as a cooling solution wasn't supported by any science, anyway, and it would be potentially dangerous to do that. Erica was pretty ill, and she didn't need to suffer any more ill effects. Coma, heart attack, alcohol poisoning, all of these were fatal on their own. And all of these were reported in connection with using topical alcohol.

He wrapped an ice cube in a towel and put it to her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes.

"Matthew," she called. Her voice was hoarse and weak.

“I'm here."

Her face was still red. It was obvious her fever hadn't broken yet.

"I... I feel bad..." Erica struggled to move, but could only manage an inch or so.

Matthew took her hand and felt sorry for her. He wished he were the one who caught a cold and had a fever.

"Where does it hurt?"

“My skin hurts, my head hurts, my whole body hurts..." She didn't lie this time. She felt pain all over.

It was normal to feel this way in the grip of fever. The man sighed helplessly in his heart and suppressed his emotions. He pretended to reprimand her harshly, “Maybe you'll be smarter next time."

Erica curled her lips.

“I can't believe you! I'm sick, but you still harp on me!" She knew it. He didn't Love her!

Matthew didn't have the heart to nag the woman anymore. She was always lively, but she was now lying weakly in bed. He let go of her hand and poured some water into the glass.

“Sit up and drink something."

"I can't get up... I feel so heavy."

Matthew wasn't going to let her sit up by herself. He sat on the bedside first and then helped her up, letting her lean in his arms.