Chapter 18 Eighteen

• The plane landed at Gerald R. Ford International Airport, I supported Mr Wilson on my shoulders because he was too tired to walk. We took a taxi to the hotel and got there in 20 minutes. The name of the hotel was JW Marriott and it was an extremely beautiful place. I didn't have time to look around because Mr Wilson was ill and he needed attention immediately. I hurriedly went over to the desk clerk to check in. I was given a set of keys that said 58. That was probably our suite number.
• I helped Mr Wilson towards the elevator. He was still sweating as he leaned on the wall for support. He had gotten worse and I felt so bad for him in this condition. He looked like he was about to collapse.
• "Don't worry Mr Wilson. As soon as I get you to in the room, I'll go look for help." I was thinking of just buying him medicine for fever but I didn't want to self medicate. He needs to be properly checked because his illness may be worse than a fever. It could be anything.