“I’m...sorry,” she whispered.
“It isn’t your fault,” he said, stroking her wet hair.
It was his misjudgment to leave her alone even for a few hours. Because he knew that she might have an infection coursing through her body, and without full medical treatment it could kill her.
He could think of only one answer. And he knew that she would fight it.
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