Sierra’s POV
Arthur stumbled forward, colliding into me. “Arthur,” I called out softly, worried.
I rubbed his back before slowly pulling him away from my body. His eyelids were barely staying open, but Arthur seemed to be fighting it. “Are you okay?” I asked, my hands on his cheeks.
He was burning up. His face was pale and filled with sweat. “I think you have a fever. You need to see a doctor,” I told him, holding him firm to help him walk out of where we stood.
Just as my foot stepped out, Arthur grabbed my arm and pushed me to the tree, gripping my shoulder. “I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head as though trying to get whatever was going on with him out.
“You don’t look fine. You look like you could pass out at any minute,” I said, turning to the side to call on Jackson.
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