BY MORNING, COURTNEY was no better. In fact, she was getting worse. Her skin was paler, and clammy now, too. I wouldn’t say she had a fever anymore, but her skin was cool to touch, and not in a way that indicated health.
She hadn’t woken up at all, not through the day yesterday, nor through the long night I spent half sleeping in the chair next to her bed. She had to be getting dehydrated, as well as getting sicker from whatever that poison was doing to her.
I barely got any sleep, but I didn’t care. I magicked myself snacks throughout the day, forcing myself to eat and drink when I didn’t feel like it to make sure my body had water and sustenance. The last thing I needed was something happening to me when Courtney needed me to stay healthy.
I’d done a test on her last night, hoping it
