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"Xavier Grayson?"

Chloe Bishop called out softly.

Through the haze, she saw him glance at the thermometer in his hand. It seemed like he said something to her—"You have a fever."

Her head felt incredibly heavy. She tried to focus on his face, but her eyelids kept drooping. After a moment, a cool towel was placed on her forehead. His hands were so cold, so soothing