Chapter 65
- I felt heavy and unspeakably exhausted, and my eyelids were too heavy even to lift. I wondered dimly what was wrong with me, but it didn’t feel important enough to mention when my brain was a swamp.
- A hand grasped my limp fingers, where they lay splayed on the cover. ‘You will feel better tomorrow,’ the voice assured me with impressive confidence. ‘It’s your temperature. You have a slight fever.”
- I wanted to tell him I would be fine by tomorrow morning, but I didn’t have the energy, and I simply sighed as I shuffled my legs across the bed to find the edge. Letting out a puff of breath, I attempted to roll my heavy body.