Day One of the Bite.
My whole body was on fire. Sweat soaked into the sheets beneath me, my skin unbearably hot, like flames were licking under my flesh. I wanted to pull the blanket off, to escape the heat, but my body wouldn’t obey me. I couldn’t move my arms. I couldn’t even twitch my fingers. Everything felt heavy, numb, useless.
I forced my eyes open. It took so much effort, like my lids were glued together. The curtains were still drawn, but thin slivers of light pushed through, blurring my vision. When my sight finally cleared, I saw Damien sitting beside me. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together. His face was drawn with worry, eyes rimmed red like he hadn’t slept at all.
I tried to smile, to show him I was fine, that it wasn’t as bad as it looked. B
