That night, Fiona Schmidt no longer had a fever, and her strength returned.
She clung to Norton Abyss for conversation, chatting straight through until midnight for two days.
Norton Abyss urged her to sleep, but she only grew more excited, stubbornly refusing to sleep, and after half an hour of restlessness, he had no choice but to force her to rest.
He turned off the main light, leaving only a bedside lamp on, covered her with a blanket, and sat at the edge of the bed, pressing her shoulder with one hand to keep her still.
Fiona lay obediently for a moment, but her eyes darted around. She opened her eyes wide, finding it hard to fall asleep: "I can't sleep. Let's keep talking, okay?"
Her innocent and clear gaze made it hard to refuse, and Norton Abyss, at a loss, could only release his hold.
