Chapter 18
Trista's POV
I walked into the high-rise downtown, carrying takeout and a vial of wolf fever suppressant.
The elevator smelled of new carpet. The rain outside was filtered by the AC, leaving only a cold draft.
When the door opened, Samantha stood there. She wore a thin-strapped nightgown. The night air left a chill on her shoulders. Her bare ankles were on the wooden floor.
"How long have you had the fever?" I put the items on the counter and took out a thermometer.
She coughed twice, pressing her fingers to her chest. "Since the afternoon. It got worse after dark."
"Take your temperature first. If it's bad, I'll drive you to the healing center," I handed her the thermometer. I unwrapped the takeout. The heat pushed back the dampness in the room. She still had a fever.
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