After eating, I returned to the hotel. I told Brian I’d be back the next day, but honestly, I couldn’t feel my body anymore.
It felt like it took an eternity just to lift one limb.
It started with a pounding headache in the early hours of the morning. I got up, took a warm shower, and washed my hair—hoping that somehow it would ease the pain.
Bad idea. I think the shower made everything worse.
As I dried off, I started shivering uncontrollably. I stood there, contemplating whether to step back into the bathroom for a hot bath, but my legs felt like they were about to give out.
Instead, I threw on my bathrobe, turned on the room heater, and wrapped myself in the duvet.
I sneezed three times in a row.
Somewhere between shivers, I drifted back to sleep.
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I woke to someone calling
