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William woke in his own bed. The tour guide had wanted to take him to the clinic, but he’d insisted he was fine.
Someone was moving around in the kitchen. His skin burned and throbbed. A damp sheet covered him.
He turned his head and spotted the bell on his bedside table. Did he have the energy to reach over and ring it? He fumbled and knocked it on the floor. Footsteps creaked across the wooden floors, and Ivy popped her head around the corner.
“Good. You’re awake.” Her smile was like a lighthouse. “I’ve got a cup of water for you.” She was back in moments with a tall cup. “Try and finish all of it.”
If he did, he was going to have another problem, and he wasn’t sure if he could get out of bed.
“I’ll go and call Reg to help you get up. You’ll be stiff and sore.” She grinned. “But
