Mia’s POV:

I was getting tensed with the progress of time. He wasn’t showing any progress in his health, his forehead still burning as hot as lava.

I took a wet strip of cloth, dripping from the bowl, squeezed it and placed it on his forehead. His porridge was turning cold but he wasn’t eating it, saying his throat hurt.

“Jake, you gotta eat it otherwise I will be having trouble feeding you the medicines. They won’t work on an empty stomach, " I said, caressing his hair. He made no ...