Mitchel's eyes dimmed, filled with deep concern. "I told you not to come, but you insisted on coming anyway..."
"But I wanted to spend New Year's Eve with you..." Malva's face grew increasingly flushed. "Mitchel, don’t worry about me. There’s just one fever-reducing injection on this ship. Please give it to Livia first. I’m not important."
Mitchel quickly stopped the ship's doctor. "No, give it to Malva first!"
The doctor explained that Livia’s condition was much more serious than Malva’s. "The patient’s fever is almost 40°C. If we don’t inject now, it could cause brain damage!"
But Mitchel didn’t care. "She’s faking it. She’s always pretended to be sick before just to get my attention! Now, I order you to treat Malva first!"
He yanked Livia off the bed and picked Malva up, placing her on the bed instead.
"Now, treat Malva immediately!"
Livia was thrown onto the floor, her head hitting the edge of the bed with a heavy thud. Just then, the ship swayed and she was sent rolling into the corner of the room.
Photos and oil paintings hanging on the wall crashed down on her and she let out a faint groan, but no one paid her any attention.