At 06.06 am, Dean was up. He glanced at Bryana who was still sleeping soundly in a white blanket. His wife looked so cold that it made him curious and touched her forehead.
"She's got a fever," Dean muttered irritably. .'It must be because of the pressure and trauma from yesterday's incident."
Dean looked at Bryana's face which had bluish bruises on the corners of the lips and side of the eyes, then there were bruises on her wrists as well. maybe it was because Fin's grip was so strong when he tried to stain Bryana.
"I can't get up. My body hurts, it hurts, I'm dizzy," Bryana whispered with her eyes open but very sad. "Just bring Aidyn here if he wants milk."
"What if I buy formula milk for him? For additional nutrition? You are very weak, it will be even weaker if you have to share your energy with him." Dean began to think of a solution.