I woke up around 06:00 AM and found Acwell sleeping on the chair. He was still holding the towel that he used to do a cold compress on my forehead. I shook him gently and whispered his name.

"What?" Acwell woke up surprised.

"I am sorry to wake you. I did not mean to, but you look uncomfortable sleeping on that chair," I said.

He did not reply; instead, he touched my forehead to know whether I still had a fever.

"Thank God! You no longer have a fever. I was about to call the ambulance earlier. I was so worried."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"I will...