Sath was out cold within minutes, his breathing deep and steady, the exhaustion from the battle and his injuries finally catching up to him. Leah lay beside him, watching the rise and fall of his chest, the dim lantern casting soft shadows across his face.
Her hand moved instinctively to touch his face, the warmth of his skin alarming her. She gasped quietly. He was burning up.
Carefully, she wriggled out of his arms, trying not to wake him. She grabbed her medical kit and a thermometer to check his temperature—he had a fever. Her eyes darted to his slowed breathing, a mix of worry and panic settling in her chest.
Leaning closer, she brushed his damp hair away from his face to assess him further, and that was when she saw it.Leah’s hands shook as she brushed back the damp strands of hai
