I woke up with a shiver running down my spine and reluctantly pried my eyelids open. Instantly, I knew what was going on – I was sick, and I absolutely hated it. Every joint in my body was aching, and I found myself curled up in a fetal position.
It was strange for me to fall ill so suddenly. I rarely ever get sick – maybe once a year, if at all.
"Amelia," I heard Anthony's concerned voice, "Are you okay?" He asked, pressing his hand against my forehead and then swearing under his breath, "You're burning up," he said, pulling the duvet off me.
"No!" I protested as the cold air hit me, shivering involuntarily. "Please, can you put it back on me?" I pleaded, desperate for the warmth of the duvet.
"We need to bring down your temperature first," he insisted, and before I knew it, I was in
