His throat felt horribly dry, but Lateef kept insisting that Jack shouldn’t drink too much water.
“You will simply have to bear it, my friend.”
Later on, as he had been warned, his skin started to burn. It was a real struggle to walk with that pain when the slightest movement of his clothes would provoke an unreal feeling of chafing, but even if he stopped, the burn was still there, giving him a sensation that his skin was burning away.
At least with the chafing, he got constant reminders that he wasn’t actually on fire.
“Again, you can do little else than bear it,” Lateef told him. “It will go away, Jack, just keep that in mind.”
Jack didn’t want Sprinkle to stay with him, so he couldn’t worry him too much with his complaining. So he complained not at all.
He wanted to, though. He
