Damien’s POV
Her body jerked faintly against me, a shiver running through her frame like she’d just been plunged into ice water. I froze.
What the f**k?
I’d just touched her hours ago and she’d been burning up like a furnace, hot enough to scald my hand. Now? Now she was trembling, her skin pale and clammy, her teeth knocking like bones.
I shoved the tray off the bed before it spilled everywhere and eased her down flat, tugging the duvet tight over her body. Not enough. I grabbed another blanket from the foot of the bed and piled it on top, tucking her in like she was a child.
Then I hit the doctor’s number. He picked up on the first ring.
“She’s shivering. She’s cold now.” My voice came out sharper than intended.
“Mr. Voss,” he said evenly, “it’s called rigors. Her body’s fighting
