The fever’s worsened overnight. It’s the third night of this and I know I need a doctor and most likely a drip. Molten metal runs in my bloodstream, everything hurts, a deep aching spreading through bone and marrow.
I kick the blankets free, gasping warm air into already scorched lungs.
River’s awake, still next to me.
“Frankie.”
“I’m dying.”
He sits up, presses his hand to my forehead and goes very, very still.
“Bad?” I croak.
He looks back to me. “It’s okay.”
“That’s not an okay face.”
“Your temperature’s climbing.” He soothes.
No s**t.
With a clench of his jaw, he calculates his response. “Baby, I need the others to–”
The door bursts open, slamming against the wall. Jax barrels in first, Leo, Corrian and Ezra are right behind him. Have they been standing out there the whole
