When his mother left, Steven went directly to bed. Too exhausted to move, let alone drive. He stared at her number, longing to hear her voice. After a while, he gave up. Whatever it was he wanted to tell KC, she deserved to hear it from him in person. He tossed his phone on the bedside table and let the exhaustion take over. Despite his worries, he fell asleep almost instantly.
He woke up on Saturday with a terrible headache. He was drenched in sweat and felt hot. A dizzy spell hit him as he tried to get up and laid back down with a groan.
“No, no, no.” He said aloud, clutching his head. He has a fever and his throat felt swollen. This can’t be flu, he thought furious with himself. He shouldn’t have taken that run in the middle of a monsoon, what was he thinking?
“You’re a genius, Ste
