11.Simon awakened, bathed in sweat. His sheets and pillow were drenched too. The moment he recognized this, the sharp headache returned almost simultaneously. It felt like his head had become caught in a clamp that was tightening. He immediately knew he had a fever, and he was also sure that the problem was bigger than he had imagined. As a doctor, he could not dismiss this reoccurring fever and spastic headache as a virus that could be easily overcome. The clock beside the bed told him it was 6:30 a.m. Jenny slept on the other side of the bed curled into a ball; perhaps even in her sleep she was bothered by Simon’s sweaty body beside her. He clambered to his feet, feeling the ache in his joints brought on by the fever, and stumbled into the bathroom. From the moment he got out of bed, he
