Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 696 Caught in the gaze of two men, what they saw was her leaning against a pillar, cheeks flushed, body trembling, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

"Roseanne? Roseanne?! Are you okay?" Owen Reynolds tried to rouse her.

However, the woman's eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes fluttering uneasily, barely awake and visibly distressed.

Owen's heart sank as he touched her forehead...

"This isn't good! Roseanne's temperature is skyrocketing. If it keeps up, she might not make it until help arrives."

Corley couldn't help but lose his temper, "Do you think I don't know that? But we're out of options here, what the hell can we do?"

No fever medicine, no heater, not even a decent shelter from the wind.

Owen glanced at him, then stretched out a hand, flat, at a right angle to his body.

Corley: "What are you doing?"

Owen didn't reply immediately, but after a few seconds, he withdrew his hand, explaining, "The wind's coming from the northwest. If we move her behind that pillar over there, it won't block the wind completely, but at least it'll be at her back and not blowing directly on her."

"Alright." Corley immediately followed suit.

After they moved her, he instinctively looked at Owen: "What now? I've got a lighter. We could find some dry branches to start a fire."

"No way," Owen shook his head. "Look north and south, there are smoke detectors. If we start a fire and set those off, the whole area will be drenched."

Hearing the word "alarm," Corley froze.

"So, what do we do? What can I do?"

Owen raised an eyebrow: "Will Mr. Sullivan follow my lead?"

"Heh," he smirked, "What choice do we have? I might not like you, but I'm not blind to the urgency."

Owen looked at him for a few seconds, "I've got some fever reducer in my bag. Find it, then mix it with hot water and give it to her."

Corley: "You have medicine?! Why didn't you say something sooner?!"

"You never asked."

"...

Corley found the medicine, "Is this

the dosage

medicine to Roseanne, Owen pulled out some gauze and alcohol

then began tearing

frowned, "What are you

the alcohol to wipe her palms, forehead, and behind her ears. Maybe we

the medicine, came over to

other soaked it in alcohol, wiping Roseanne's

and the

men, typically at odds, found an unprecedented harmony in their actions, their cooperation

later, Owen

Corley, sweating profusely,

"It's down..."

"Thank God."

by much, she's

had been about to sigh in relief

alcohol

"Not much."

all we

"Alright."

they used up the alcohol, Roseanne's temperature dropped from 42°C (107.6°F) to 38°C (100.4°F),

passed since they were promised access

went by, and

their cell phones had

contact

was seething with

kick the

to trigger any security measures, I'd suggest

indeed held back, learning from his earlier mistake not to make

and then

"What for?"

"Sit behind her."

"Why?"

pillar as a windbreak. Hopefully, it'll keep her