After they arrived at the hotel-

Stella swiped the keycard and pushed the door open. Briony's face twisted in discomfort; she clapped a hand over her mouth and rushed straight into the bathroom.

Retching echoed from inside.

"Bryn—” Stella called, hurrying after her.

Outside the bathroom, Stewart and Cedric Clarke waited in the hallway, listening

to Briony's painful vomiting. Both men wore grim expressions.

It was a while before the sounds finally subsided.

Stella emerged, supporting a pale and exhausted Briony as they left the bathroom together.

The room had two beds. Stella guided Briony to one and helped her lie down.

Briony was clearly feeling awful-she barely managed to close her eyes before slipping into a restless sleep.

Stella pressed her palm to Briony's forehead.

A slight fever.

She tucked the blanket around Briony, then got up and stepped outside the room. Looking straight at Cedric Clarke, she said, "Leave your first aid kit with me."

Cedric handed it over, concern etched on his face. "Is she all right?"

someone, she was throwing up nonstop on the flight

Cedric had no answer.

from Cedric's hands

and shook his head. "Man, look at the

lips pressed into a thin line, his

a moment, he turned

"Hey, where

...

the room, Stella took

99.9 degrees.

least her fever

the first aid kit, rummaged through it, but found nothing suitable for

a cloth in rubbing alcohol and gently wiped Briony's forehead and neck, hoping to bring her fever

her sleep, brow furrowed in distress. Even unconscious,

ached for her friend, and she

feverish heat. She had a vague sense of someone tending to her, but

in that fog, she heard

"Bryn... Bryn..."

followed the sound and found herself in

and on, so long she

voice

further! Come

She stopped and turned.

a sun-dappled

like this. She'd been so afraid of falling, always struggling to learn, but her grandfather never scolded her. He was

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