Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-eight

“How is she?” Eliza sits at the foot of the bed.

“She’s not getting any better,” Lucas tells her. “I don’t understand what’s going on.” He gently runs his hand over my hair. He thinks I’m still asleep, and I don’t have the energy to open my eyes and tell him otherwise. “I’ve read everything I can about human colds and even the flu. Her symptoms don’t match either.”

Eliza moves up and feels my cheek. “She’s burning up.”

The sheets rustle and Lucas sits up, getting the thermometer. He doesn’t say what the temperature it out loud, but it can’t be good.

“It’s been hours and it hasn’t gone down at all?” Eliza sounds concerned. “I’ll be right back.”

Binx, who’s been on my pillow, nuzzles his head against me. He’s worried too, able to sense that my fever just won’t go the fuck away.

“Uncover her a bit and it will help her cool off,” Eliza tells Lucas, coming back into the room. I force my eyes open.

“Callie,” Lucas breathes. “How are you feeling?”

“Shitty,” I croak out a