"How many times have you had a fever?" The army medic frowned, trying to look stern, but both Teal and I could see the excitement and frenzy in his eyes. "You're only sixteen, still at a crucial stage of development. A little cold shouldn't have you knocked out like this. Repeated fevers over just a few days... this isn't a good sign."
He paced back and forth beside my bed. "Have you eaten or drunk anything unusual recently? Have you been in contact with any strange plants or... strange people?"
Dr. Sergey, who had visited last time, had also found my illness odd. His conclusion was that I wasn’t sick, but poisoned. This army medic seemed even stranger than Sergey. What would his diagnosis be?
I answered his questions honestly. "I’m sorry, but I haven’t come across any unusual people or
