Emily recalled that Simon was absent-minded and upset when he got off the car. Emily frowned and reached out her hand to open the door.
After putting the key on the cabinet at the door, she tentatively called him. But there was no movement inside. After hesitating for a while, she walked inside in the slippers.
As soon as she passed through the porch, she saw Simon lying on the sofa.
He still wore his leather shoes and his white gown. He was lying on the sofa with his arms around his chest, and his chin was buried in his chest. His eyes were closed. He did not slowly open his eyes until the footsteps came to him.
However, his movement was very slow, as if it had taken a lot of strength.
As they saw each other, Emily explained awkwardly, "When I got off the car just now, I accidentally put the car key in my pocket!"
Simon said slowly, "Is that so?"
It seemed that such a few words made him very tired. His Adam's apple rolled a few times. Meanwhile, his chest heaved slightly and his voice still sounded very hoarse.
Seeing that his face was a little pale and his eyes were out of focus, Emily frowned and couldn't help asking, "Simon, are you sick?"
Simon held the back of the sofa with his arm and sat up.
Upon seeing this, Emily reached out her hand to touch his forehead gently. Then she instantly cried out in a low voice, "Why is it so hot!"
Simon shook his head suddenly. Just now, when her little hand touched his skin, it brought him a chill. Then he said, "Maybe I have a fever. Since I came back from Country S, I have been having a cold again and again. It shouldn't be a big problem!"
Emily thought in her mind. How could it not be a big problem?
Emily was clenching her hand, and the lingering temperature on her fingers was frighteningly high. "You should go back to the hospital to get an injection to reduce fever!"
Simon said in a low voice, "I don't want to go back to the hospital anymore."
Upon hearing this, Emily felt sorry for him.
She knew that he didn't want to go back to the hospital now because of the death of his grandmother...
Emily had to change the topic. "There should be antipyretics at home, right? You can take them!"
"Perhaps!" Simon's arm rested between her eyebrows, and he leaned backward uncomfortably.
Seeing this, Emily, who planned to leave after giving him the car key, pinched her fingers, turned around, and walked into the bedroom.
She went straight inside, opened the cabinet next to the window, and found the medicine box in the lowest drawer. Sure enough, it was stored in the same place. Then she looked around. In fact, when she just entered the room, she had noticed that the decoration in the room had not changed...
Even if it was just a tiny object, it was still in its original location.
Although he had been in Tbridge city in the past six months, the house was very clean. But the house was deserted.
Emily swallowed and found two pieces of antipyretics from the medicine box. Then she stood up and went to the kitchen. After taking a cup of warm water, she came out.
She leaned over, gave the cup and the medicine to him, and said, "Simon, take the medicine!"
Simon said in a hoarse voice, "OK."
Seeing him raise his head and take the medicine,
Emily frowned and said, "You can't lie on the sofa. You'd better go back to your bedroom!"
"Mm." Simon nodded. At this moment, he was like a puppet, dully listening to her commands. Due to his illness, his movements were slightly slow. After a long time, he stood up from the sofa and then moved towards the bedroom.
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