Before Clayton lay a heartbreaking sight.
Gemma—the gentle, lively doe who had seemed so healthy—was now trembling violently, letting out strange, pained cries.
Alarmed, Clayton rushed to her side. The moment his hand touched her forehead, he flinched—it was burning hot, searing against his palm. Yet the rest of her body felt normal, leaving him confused and increasingly anxious. Panic began to take hold as he tried to recall anything useful from his past life.
He remembered learning that dangerously high fevers could cause brain damage. Without hesitation, he got to work—placing cold compresses on her, brewing herbal tea, and lighting calming incense.
Once the tea was ready, he offered it to Gemma. At first, she refused, but after some gentle coaxing, she finally drank it. Her condition slowly began to stabilize.
Clayton sighed in relief—only for her to suddenly groan again, more sharply this time.
"What's wrong, Gemma?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
"Angg~ Angg~"
