I should leave. Should call a taxi. Should get to the airport and catch the next flight out.
This wasn’t my problem. He wasn’t my responsibility. I barely knew him.
But my feet wouldn’t move toward my suitcase.
They moved toward Suda’s stairs instead.
“I need medicine,” I told Suda, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “Fever medicine. Bandages. Whatever you have.”
She looked at me suspiciously. “Your friend sick again?”
“Yes. Please. I’ll pay whatever you want.”
She disappeared, came back with a small collection of supplies. Pills, ointment, bandages. I paid twice what she asked, ran back upstairs.
Kai was worse than when I’d left. Mumbling something I couldn’t understand, his skin pale except for the flush of fever on his cheeks.
I gave him the pills, made sure he swallowed
