I came awake violently, gasping for breath with Tyson on his knees before me, an empty bucket in his hand and numerous ice cubes scattered on the floor.
An ease travelled down my spine, but it was only temporary as the fever slowly built up again.
Relief flooded Tyson's face in an instant. He tossed the bucket aside and bent to meet my eye. "What the f**k is going on?"
"Primal Fever."
"Primal fev… what the hell is that?" His voice shook, coated with fear.
He'd never seen me like this. Heck, no one had. Not even me.
"It's…" I groaned, eyes squinting as a pounding ache hooked into my head.
"Dane!" Tyson roared, his hand on my collar, breath ragged. "Snap out of it."
"I'll be fine." I tried to shrug it off, but Tyson saw through me. He always did.
"No you won't." His voice was harsh.
