Then he laid down beside me, took me in his arms, and smoothed the hair back from my forehead. “We don’t have to.” He kissed my temple and sighed. “Jeez, you’re burning up, Tylar. Maybe you have what Jareth has. You need to let Ansel take a look at you.”
Because I didn’t feel like arguing, I just nodded. Let Ansel take a look at me. Sure, fine, whatever you say. Let’s just stop with the talking and start with the sleeping, okay? Please?
It’s too hot in here. Too damn hot.
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Log Entry 05.13.3021, 17:02 hours
Jareth’s getting better. Not me, though. I’m getting worse.
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Log Entry 05.18.3021, 03:59 hours
I just lost four days. Gone. I don’t know where they went. My last entry was what, Thursday? I don’t know.
Rion says I was sick. Like Jareth was, I think, only at one poi
