There was an eerie silence inside Caleb. He felt like those fallen leaves on ground that was covered with ice. His blood chilled and the coldness extended to his mind. He couldn't speak. Seeing Elize in this state was so painful that every other thing seemed like false hope. He was standing in the winter of his life experiencing a dark void, a never ending void that consumed him from the inside.
"How did this take place?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied in a barely audible voice. He was nursing her with a moist cold towel, sponging it on her body swiftly in order to reduce her fever.
"Let me help you," Dawn offered. She went to the bathroom to get a bucket of tap water. Caleb was so engrossed in sponging Elize that he didn't notice her. "Give me the towel. Let me soak it with fresh water."
