Serena’s POV
Apollo’s fever wasn’t going down. His tiny fingers clutched at my shirt as I hurried through the frozen hallways.
The infirmary was just ahead.
I pushed the door open with my shoulder. “Doctor!” I called out, my voice urgent as I prayed inwardly that someone would be there.
A middle-aged woman in a white coat turned from the counter. Her sharp eyes softened when she saw Apollo bundled in my arms.
“He has a fever,” I explained quickly, laying him down on one of the beds. “The heating system is broken. I don’t know how long he’s been like this.”
She quickly came over, placing a gentle hand on his forehead. “His fever is high,” she confirmed, her brows knitting together. “We need to bring it down before it gets worse.”
“What do we do?” I asked anxiously.
“The c
