CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
JANUARY
Kyle woke me up around 3 a.m. He was holding his head and crying. His skin was red. My ears, he signed.
I got out of bed. I did the only thing I knew how to do. I placed the palm of my hand on his forehead. That was what my Mom always did to me when I didn’t feel well. He felt hot. I sat him down on the mattress, but had no idea what to do next. It was the middle of the night. I didn’t know if anyone would be at the infirmary this late.
Wait here, I signed. I went down the hall to Norton’s room. I switched on the light. It did nothing to wake him. I gently shook the DC awake. Norton popped up, shrieking and scrambling away from me, as if I was a creature from a horror movie. It took Norton a moment to orient himself and regain his composure.
What’s wrong?
