CHAPTER SIX: A Night Together

"Ow!" Zara screamed once his forehead hit her chest. She quickly held him before his body fell to the hard floor. "What's wrong with you, Scott? Are you okay?"

There was no answer. Painstakingly, Zara put his arm over her shoulders and kicked open the door. She walked in to find the living in a mess. The sofas were upturned and the glass table at the center was broken. "What the hell happened here?"

Seeing that he was passed out cold, she dragged him to the bedroom. It took her almost twenty minutes to do that. By the time she threw him to the bed, she was sweating all over and staggering.

Scott didn't move a muscle on the bed. As Zara bit her lower lip hard, a war broke out in her head. She held her breath and moved closer to him. Once her hand touched his forehead, she retreated sharply. He was burning up!

Without further ado, she rushed into the bathroom and then returned with a bowl of cool water and two small towels. She wiped his face and arms carefully. Then, placed a wet towel