After Giselle took a sip of water, she offered it to Donovan.
"Have some water."
"It's fine." Although Donovan was parched, he endured the thirst to save the food and drinks for Giselle, as he had no idea what would happen next.
As a smoker, he always carried a lighter. He used it to light up a fire for warmth.
After a few hours of mental torture, Giselle finally accepted the harsh reality. They were trapped here.
She thought they could always go into survival mode if they really ended up in a desperate situation. They could fish, gather berries, and distill the seawater for consumption. With that, they wouldn't have to die of hunger or thirst.
Her health was the only concern.
She had been medicated for half a year now. If she abruptly stopped taking her medication, her condition would worsen. She might relapse more frequently, and if she had more seizures, that might affect her mental state.
Donovan understood what was on her mind. He was worried too, but he had to remain composed in this desperate situation.
"Don't fret." He tried to sound relaxed. "If we're trapped for a long time, I will gather some herbs and make a drink with them. It might help you."
In the past, he had personally developed medication for epilepsy—mostly clinical drugs with some alternative medicine. Anyway, he was no stranger to the prescription.

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