***Serena***
My neck feels very swollen and stiff as I wake in a disorientated and sweaty state under the quilt. I kick the quilt off immediately, feeling the air hit my damp clothing which is soaked in sweat.
It is momentarily refreshing as it cools me, but in actuality, I feel disgusting.
I sit up and immediately throw up the remains of the pastry snack I had eaten before laying down to rest last night.
My throat burns and I grab for what remains of the water, wincing as I swallow it as the movement makes my neck throb painfully.
I am contemplating how long I can avoid asking for help, when that decision is made for me. The door to the barn is suddenly wrenched open by two men that I have seen around the pack house. I am too weak to even sense what rank they are as they stride in an
