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

the

administered the medicine to Roseanne, Owen pulled out some

tearing the gauze

frowned, "What

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

the

soaked

abruptly ceased, and the world seemed

unprecedented harmony in

Owen checked

she?" Corley, sweating profusely,

"It's down..."

"Thank God."

by much, she's still

had been about to

alcohol is

"Not much."

going then, it's all we can

"Alright."

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

since they were promised access

went by, and the

cell phones had no

to contact the

or seek medical help, Corley was seething with anger

kick

want to trigger any security measures,

his earlier mistake not to make

sit up and then looked at Corley,

"What for?"

"Sit behind her."

"Why?"

and back, with the pillar as