Dean wrapped another blanket around Emma, feeling helpless. Even though her face was burning up, she was freezing; her body was shaking so hard, the whole bed was rattling. She moaned and clutched the edges of the blanket, trying to pull it closer and tighter.
She closed her eyes.
He sat next to her and took her hand. He couldn’t do anything about the poison being pumped through her veins and flooding her small body, but he could let her know that she wasn’t all alone.
“Baby? Can you hear me?”
She opened her eyes a bit and nodded.
“You want some water?”
“N–n–no,” she managed to get out between her chattering teeth. “Thanks.”
They stayed like that for a while, not talking. Suddenly Emma sat straight up and gasped. “Dean…”
He grabbed the bucket from the bedside table and held it fo
