Aunt Lee was clearly startled, "Fever?"
"Yeah." Mia Ginger nodded, "His forehead is really hot, must be a fever. Can you find a thermometer? I'll check his temperature."
"Was it from being in the wind too long yesterday? It's all my fault," Aunt Lee turned off the stove, stepping towards the hall while blaming herself, "If I'd known, I should have persuaded him yesterday. Such strong wind, even a body of steel would get sick..."
While muttering, she suddenly shifted tone, "Here, the thermometer, hurry and take it in."
Mia Ginger nodded and consoled her, "Don't worry, Brother Jackson's health is usually good; a bit of medicine should be fine."
"Okay, okay." Aunt Lee nodded and urged her back to the room.
Mia Ginger didn't linger, quickly passing through the hall and corridor to the master bedroom.
She hadn't entered yet when she heard an angry voice, "Get out!"
The voice was hoarse but cold enough to drop icicles.
Mia Ginger was puzzled, then heard two familiar dog barks.
