"No, no, no… this can't be happening!" she cried, her voice filled with frustration and panic.
Tears stung her eyes, but she had no time to waste. Dropping the dead phone back onto the counter, she grabbed the damp towel and rushed back to Elena.
Elena's lips had turned an alarming shade of pale. Her face, once full of life, now looked weak and colorless.
"What's happening to you, Elly?" Lily whispered, fear gripping her as she pressed a trembling hand to Elena's forehead. The moment she touched her, she gasped.
"Oh my God, Elena—you're burning up!"
Her skin was scorching hot.
Lily's heart clenched. This wasn't just from the injuries—Elena was running a dangerously high fever.
Thinking fast, she dabbed the cold towel against Elena's forehead and hands, trying to cool her down. But within seconds, the towel lost its coolness, turning warm from Elena's rising temperature.
