What Really Happened That Day
"I, uh, it hurts so much!" she cried out.
"Wait, let's get you lying on the bed," he said.
Yashiro carried her in his arms and gently laid her on the bed. Putting his hand on her forehead, he noticed that she was burning up and asleep, but not entirely. He rushed to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, opened the tap, and soaked it in cold water. He then wrung the towel and sat by her side. He brushed a strand of her hair from her face and set the towel on her forehead to cool her down.
He lightly stroked her cheek. A few minutes later, he sighed in relief when he saw that her breathing was back to normal. Her body was still glowing a silver hue, but the glow was not as bright as it was a few minutes ago. He was genuinely concerned about her and did not want to leave her side.
"Just what in the world is going on here?" he asked himself as he ran his fingers through his wet black hair.