My head hurts too much to ask these questions. Still too hot, although the cold air helps. Demyen reaches behind us, grabs a bagof frozen peas, and presses it to my forehead. The way he does it pulls me close to him. His arm is wrapped around me to holdthe bag in place.
I have nowhere to go except further into him. So I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.
It’s freezing in here, but neither of us shiver. He jumps, just for the quickest moment, when I loop my arm around his waist tosettle in closer. I’m feeling sleepy, and he’s so, so comfortable.
The still-functioning part of my brain tells me that I’m sick. I have a fever and it’s bad. I’ve been hallucinating fever dreamsand dripping sweat into the bedsheets, desperate for relief.
The rest of my brain is still hallucinating
