Bailey’s POV
“Bailey,” Declan was saying, his voice cutting through the fog in my head even though it felt like I was underwater and everything was slow and hot and wrong, “Bailey look at me, you’re on the floor, you need to breathe.”
“I can’t,” I said, or at least I thought I said it, because my throat felt tight and my skin felt too small for my body, and when Raven crouched in front of me and tried to touch my shoulder I hissed before I even knew I was doing it.
“Easy,” Raven said quickly. “It’s me.”
“I don’t want to be touched,” I said, my voice shaking, “I don’t want anyone else touching me.”
Declan glanced at Raven. “She’s burning up.”
“I know,” Raven replied. “Bailey, we’re taking you back to your room.”
“No,” I said immediately, clutching the edge of the counter. “Don’t let
