It was a hotel staff member, who brought Cordy her medicine. "Miss Sachs, if your symptoms aren't easing even after taking the medicine, you may call our front desk. We’ll provide transport to take you to the hospital."
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome."
Cordy closed the door.
She never had the habit of going to the hospital, and would usually recover from minor colds with just some medicine.
She boiled some water and took her medicine before getting in bed again.
She shivered as she curled into a ball under her blanket. She already had layers of those, and she was almost suffocating from the pressure.
She finally touched her forehead—why was this one so awful? How bad was her fever?
It had been two hours since she took the medicine, but she wasn’t sweating at all; her body temperature wasn’t decreasing either.
What was more, it hurt like hell.
Cordy eventually gave in—it was the first time she needed the hospital for a cold.
Picking up the phone, she called the front desk. "I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling better. Please take me to the hospital."
"Okay, Miss Sachs. Just come downstairs in ten minutes—your transport will be waiting."
"Thank you."
Cordy hung up, feeling light-headed as she changed out of her clothes. She wrapped that thick down coat around herself before leaving.
Suddenly, her vision started blacking out and her head spun.
She quickly leaned against the nearest wall and did her best to relax herself, taking another deep breath before she started walking again.
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