The Cold War
BISHOP
She’s going to drown me in the bathtub. She’d have every right to. Fever, rapid and blistering, had already taken over my body before I ever made it inside of Dani’s hotel room, and while talking to her, unbeknownst to my scrambled mind, I’ve been lying there, mumbling while swimming in a puddle of my own sweat.
The cold rag was an attempt to break the fever. But it continued to soar.
As Dani draws an ice bath, I listen from the bedroom, soaking in the sounds of the flowing water. She glances warily at me, her eyes perusing my body from my head to my feet, and I almost don’t have the wits to be wary. I know she’s challenging me to make a choice.
I can put my trust in Dani’s hands the way she’d once put hers in mine in Annecy or… I can do what I’ve always done…
Wal
