My chest.

I felt sore all over my body, but still, I forced my eyes to open.

The room was a little bit dark, and the only light that could be seen was the light coming from the bedside.

Placing my hand on my forehead, I slowly force myself to sit down properly.

"I'm sorry!" I heard the voice of a familiar person saying.

I slowly shifted my gaze and saw Orlan sitting down on a chair which was far away from the bed.

'Why?" I mumbled but felt sore in my throat.

I started coughing, and Orlan did a great thing by handing over a bottle of water to me.

"I have any intention of leaving you in the car....."

I didn't allow him to complete his statement, for I promptly shook my head sideways.

"Should I call the physician?" Orlan asked since he already figured out that I don't want his explanation.

"I'm good," I uttered, which was after I'm done with the bottle of water.

Orlan places his palm on my forehead, and breathes out in release. "Thank goodness. You have been burning ever since." He said,