Clarissa’s kind face, wrinkled with worry, appears in my line of sight. Immediately I feel the relief of a cold compress on my forehead. She whispers soothing words while I feel like I’m burning from the inside out. What I saw could’ve been a dream or simply the hallucinations of a feverish person.
“You’ve probably been incubating something for days, and that’s why all this happened,” she says thoughtfully as she replaces the compress and with another damp cloth wipes the sweat from my neck. “I shouldn’t have taken you to that party.”
I hear the doors opening and don’t even have the strength to lift my face. Seeing what I’m trying to do, Clarissa helps me recline against the pillows. Naida has just entered my room accompanied by Antony. The girl’s cheeks seem slightly flushed, though giv
