I woke up the next morning feeling terrible. My head hurt badly, and my body felt hot all over. When I tried to sit up, the room spun a little. I touched my forehead. It was burning. I had caught a cold from the rain the other day. I knew it. I lay back down and closed my eyes, hoping it would pass.
A knock came on the door. “Aurora?” Lucian’s voice sounded from outside. “Are you coming down for breakfast?”
I tried to answer but my voice came out weak. “I… I don’t feel good.”
The door opened. Lucian walked in and came straight to my bed. He looked at me and frowned. “You look pale. And your face is red.” He put his hand on my forehead. His touch felt cool. “You have a fever. A bad one.”
“I think it’s from the rain,” I whispered. “I will be fine after some rest.”
“No,” he said firmly.
