I barely noticed someone picking me up. I wanted to curl into the warmth of the chest, but it felt wrong, and something in the back of my mind told me it wasn’t Brennan holding me. That thought made me hold myself stiff as they carried me. I had lost track of what was going on. There was still a murmur of voices around me. I knew they were talking about me. I didn’t know what they were saying. There was very little in me that cared.
The last thing I wanted was to delay the journey again. I didn’t want to be trapped in a bed waiting on Lorne to look me over. I didn’t want to be a burden again. It felt like the entire time I had been with them, I had been somehow hurt or sick. And I was getting tired of being the burden to the group.
Still, there was no way for me to function through the
