13
The Game Is On
I went back to the couch as Max cleaned the mess on the kitchen floor.
Don’t come, I texted Jared. Trap.
Are you all right?
I didn’t want to lie, but I suspected that if I were to tell him the truth, he’d end up captured or worse.
Fine for now. I curled up again and wished I could stop shivering in spite of being wrapped in the blanket.
“Can you help me?” I asked when Max returned. He had the doctor’s bag with him.
“Let me get some vitals. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you, only that systemic changes are trying to happen.” He took my blood pressure and temperature, and he listened to my heart and lungs.
“Tachycardia,” he murmured. “Fever. Diaphoresis.”
“Listen to you with your fancy big words,” I said so I wouldn’t blurt out what I really thought—Eit
