Hearing Sara say it wasn't that serious, Jamie felt a bit relieved but still frowned and said, "102.8 degrees is still a fever. You should really see a doctor."
The middle-aged doctor had already taken out a thermometer from his medical kit, sprayed it with disinfectant right in front of them, and handed it to Sara.
He moved so quickly that Sara didn't have time to refuse the thermometer before it was in front of her. Considering Jamie meant well and the doctor was already there, might as well get checked out.
She took the thermometer and placed it under her arm. The doctor, holding a medical record book and a pen, sat in the chair where Aunt Diamond had been and began asking about her condition seriously, "When did the fever start?"
"This morning."
Sara didn't expect his health to be this bad. He was perfectly fine yesterday when he went to Grandma Lorelei for dinner. After eating, he went straight to bed, thinking he'd rest up and ride into town today to pick up some supplies.
But when she woke up, she felt dizzy and sweaty. Realizing something was wrong, she took her temperature and found she had a fever.
Fortunately, it wasn't too high. She used a cold compress a few times and drank a lot of water. By the time Aunt Diamond came in the afternoon, she was almost better.
As for the cause of the fever, she figured it was from the exhaustion of traveling yesterday. She had been drenched and stood outside for a long time with only a coat, and at one point, she even lost the coat...
As she was thinking this, the doctor looked up and asked, "What did you do yesterday?"
Sara almost thought the town doctor could read minds. Feeling uneasy, he tightened his grip on his water cup and said, "Uh... maybe I just had the AC cranked up too high or something..."
She was really bad at lying, stumbling over her words and looking totally guilty. Even the doctor could tell something was up and asked if there was anything else. Jamie definitely noticed too.
Jamie, seeing her ears turning red, quickly understood why she lied.
Thinking about what happened yesterday afternoon and the dreams he had after processing it in his mind, Jamie felt more guilty than Sara. Yet, he kept his calm demeanor and helped her out, "She was traveling all day yesterday. That might be a reason too."
Sara quickly agreed, "Yeah, I get terrible motion sickness. Yesterday was rough coming back, and I guess my immune system was down, so I probably just caught something!"
The doctor thought, "Are you two playing me for a fool? You think I can't tell there's a little secret you're hiding?"
But his job was to treat patients, not dig into gossip. Just then, the thermometer beeped, and he asked Sara to take it out.
"99.7 degrees," Sara squinted at the tiny line on the thermometer, then shook his head uncertainly. "Or maybe it's 98.1... The numbers are too small. Doctor, could you take a look?"
She slightly turned to hand the thermometer to the doctor beside her.
A large, well-defined hand took the thermometer from her. Sara was startled and looked up to see Jamie intercept it.
His 's expression didn't change at all, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He glanced at the thermometer and read out the number, "99.5 degrees."
The middle-aged doctor, who had instinctively reached out, withdrew his hand and resumed writing in the medical record.
He asked Sara a few more questions, such as whether she had any drug allergies or food allergies. This time, Sara answered truthfully.
Jamie silently noted the things she couldn't eat. The residual warmth from the thermometer slowly dissipated. He couldn't help but rub his fingertips together, feeling that his actions made him seem like a creep.
