Chloe’s POV
I pressed my fingers to my forehead.
Too hot.
I grabbed the thermometer from the cabinet, hands clumsy, and waited impatiently as it beeped. When I looked at the number, my stomach sank.
I had a fever.
I sank onto the edge of the bathtub, the room tilting slightly again. This wasn’t just stress. This wasn’t exhaustion alone. Something was wrong.
I crawled back into bed, pulling on a loose shirt, my movements slow and heavy. My body ached now, a deep soreness settling into my muscles. Even my scalp felt tender.
I stared at the ceiling, breathing shallowly, trying not to think.
About the dizziness.
About the nausea.
About how this had been happening more often.
I told myself it was the pressure. The lack of rest. The constant tension. I had been through too much latel
