I need to stop his fever, but what could be causing it? I had no clue. I’m way over my head. I wish Gran was here!
For a fleeting moment, I thought of calling Oliver. He said to call if I needed help. But what if he says it’s Rhett’s time? Rhett was just getting better! I can’t risk it. Their pitying faces flashed in my mind. They thought he was a hopeless cause, only helping him to placate me.
I have to get up. I can’t just sit here and let time pass! There must be something I can do. But I don’t know what’s wrong. I stood up and paced around the room. Gran has hundreds, if not thousands, of books here. One of them must have some information about this!
But I don’t have time to read them. If I could do magic, then I could speed read. Oliver could speed read… No! I can’t trust Oliver’s
