“It wasn’t anything bad. He just seemed... overwhelmed by what we were talking about. Besides, the fever had already started climbing when he first woke up.”
When she added that it felt more like a real fever than just a flushed face, the physician, wiping Sinyeong’s forehead with a cool cloth, murmured thoughtfully.
“Hmm... it was only a mild fever earlier, but now it’s spiking. Did he mention feeling cold?”
At that, Hwayeong looked down at Sinyeong silently.
He certainly looked cold now—but had he said anything before collapsing?
“No... not that I recall. He did seem pretty disoriented, though.”
Disoriented, couldn’t meet her gaze, flustered by everything... He’d been acting completely out of sorts, like someone deep in the throes of a particularly aggressive case of lovesickness.
The memory made her chuckle involuntarily, and the physician looked over in confusion.
Hwayeong quickly composed herself and shifted the topic.
