Twenty-One
It did get worse. Something was absolutely, definitely wrong. Her head was killing her. And the promise to take the next three days off of work and sleep had added to rather than detracted from her anxiety. She had support and that helped. A little.
Her mother agreed to keep Kaiden for as long as necessary, and Davion had wanted to stay home. They spent most of their time in bed. He rubbed her shoulders, her feet. Asked her how she was feeling.
He was militant about making sure she had enough to drink.
She took long, hot showers and ate small meals.
While temporary relief came and went, nothing cured her.
It wasn’t only the fever. She was losing feeling in her right arm and the right side of her face. She’d touch her cheek with a pen over and over again, but nothing. And w
