"You did enough to control his fever," Lorena smiled weakly at Dr Esteban, Markris's doctor. He had been informed last night about Markris's situation, but he wasn't available then. He had to instruct Lorena on what to do over the phone. Seeing his temperature was almost normal now. She had done a good job.

"Well," He stood up, gently closing the medical box he brought with him that morning. "He should wake up soon."

Lorena searched his eyes as if there was something he was hiding from her. "You didn't say what is wrong with him. Is he okay?"

A small smile danced around the corner of the older man's...