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Camille:

“Wake up sleepy head,” I heard Carla say and opened my eyes.

“How did you get in here?” I asked, rubbing my eyes to get accustomed to the bright light she had turned on in the room.

“Your shack doesn’t have a lock, remember?” She chuckled.

I yawned and sat up. Every joint in my body ached. I was extremely cold and I felt horrible. Sleeping here had been a bad idea.

“How are you this morning?” Carla asked me, sitting next to me on the flat mattress. “Did you sleep well? Ah! Your body is so warm.”

“I did,” I said, moving away so she wouldn’t notice I was ill and start fawning over me.

It was my fault anyway. I didn’t treat myself yesterday when I first developed symptoms. I frowned when I remembered the one person responsible for all of this-my sickness and the fact that I had to have two terrible nights in a row.

“I’ve missed you this past week,” Carla said, rubbing my shoulders. “You should visit more often.”

I recoiled when she suggested I visit mor