By the flickering firelight, Quinn finally noticed how pale Alexander looked-way paler than he had been earlier.


    Alexander grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his forehead. "I''m good. Just gotta sweat it out."


    His voice was weak, and even his coughs sounded feeble.


    Quinn squatted down to check his wound.


    In this weather, it probably wasn''t a cold; more likely, his wound was infected and causing a fever. If that was the case, they were in deep trouble.


    She untied the cloth strips on his body. The wound on his arm looked the same, but there was a swollen area on his back, the deepest part of the wound, showing signs of pus. "Your wound''s infected," Quinn said, worried, ncing at him. "What do we do? Got any disinfectant in your pocket?"


    Alexander shook his head, a bit amused. "Nope, you really think I carry everything in my pockets, huh?"


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    "I won''t die," he said, looking at her again. "Are you worried about me, or worried you won''t get out?"


    Quinn opened her mouth, ready to say thetter, but when she saw the serious look in his deep eyes, she held back.


    Unlike his usual teasing, this time he was dead serious.


    So she swallowed her words.


    Alexander stared at her for a long time, and when he didn''t get an answer, he looked away and tossed some firewood into the fire.


    "Don''t worry. I won''t die that easily. Even if I do, I''ll make sure you get out first," he said calmly.


    Quinn''s eyes flickered. She lowered her head and was silent for a moment before suddenly getting up and heading out.


    Before she could leave, Alexander grabbed her wrist. "Where you going?"


    "I''m going to get some water to boil. You got salt, right? We can use saltwater to clean your wound." She added, "I''ll be right outside, not going far." It waste, and she didn''t dare go far.


    Alexander let go of her.


    Quinn went outside, dug some soil near the spring, and made a makeshift pot. There were a few banana leaves in the cave, almost dry but still usable. After cleaning them, she lined the pot with the leaves, filled it with spring water, and brought it back to boil over the fire.


    She tore a piece of the bedsheet, washed it in the water, and then poured the remaining half bottle of salt into the boiling water.


    "You used it all up. What are we gonna eat?" Alexander asked.


    "Who cares about eating when your life''s on the line?" Quinn soaked the cloth in the water for two minutes, then took it out to clean his wound. He seemed really weak now, sitting quietly without his usual teasing.


    Quinn cleaned his wound over and over until the water waspletely cool, then she put down the cloth.


    She asked Alexander, "Feeling any better?"


    Alexander smirked. "It''s not that quick."


    Quinn pressed her lips together and draped the remaining piece of the bedsheet over him. "Then rest for a while. I''ll tend the fire."


    Alexander leaned against the cave wall, watching her with lowered eyes.


    "And you say you don''t care about me," he said.


    Quinn threw more wood into the fire, not wanting to talk to him, silently tending the fire.


    Soon, the firewood was almost gone. She nced back at Alexander, who had closed his eyes, his forehead covered in sweat.


    Was it because of the fever or the heat from the fire?


    But sweating should make him feel better, right?


    Quinn gritted her teeth, got up, and went outside. It was pitch dark, and she couldn''t see anything. She started to get nervous as soon as she stepped out. But the fire was almost out. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, grabbed a match, and ran out of the cave.