Tangled

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247 Ava: Pre-Heating

Vanessa shakes her head. "You might have a fever from overworking yourself, but I doubt it. At this point you're more shifter than human, I think-you shouldn't be getting sick. You don't even need your glasses anymore."

"It's probably fine-"

"Better to check, she interrupts. "I'll get my supplies and check with Magister Orion to see if this is normal after an extended time in that magic room of his."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing. I'm fi-" The room tilts as I take a step, and suddenly the floor rushes up to meet me. Vanessa's quick reflexes save me from an ignoble face-planting.

"You were saying?" Her tone is gentle but firm, her fingers digging into my arms as she sets me straight again.

My nose wrinkles. My sense of smell still isn't as acute as theirs, but I swear I can scent her satisfaction. Maybe it's my imagination. "Okay, maybe I'm a little wobbly."

Vanessa guides me to the bathroom, her arm a constant support. "Take your time. I'll be right outside if you need me."

When I emerge, she tucks me back into bed like I'm a child. The mattress feels too soft and too hard all at once. I want to protest, to tell her I can go downstairs and speak to Magister Orion myself, but exhaustion weighs me down.

I'm definitely not feeling right.

Marcus appears in the doorway, his hulking frame filling the space. He nods at Vanessa. "I've got this. Go talk to the wizard."

As Vanessa leaves, I shift restlessly. One moment I'm burning up, the next I'm shivering. Blanket on, then off. A deep ache settles into my bones, making it impossible to get comfortable. Marcus is here now, in the corner. The tension in his shoulders is obvious. Guess he doesn't like

germs.

I drift in and out of consciousness, fragments of my earlier nightmare flashing through my mind. The murky stream, the bizarre presence.

Odd how I didn't remember it when I woke, because now I'm cold from my hair to my toes at the memory of it. Something insidious lurks there.

My lungs burn, I take shallow breaths, because it's impossible to fill my lungs with air.

I toss and turn. Even my fingertips hurt.

A cough builds in my chest, and I try to avoid letting it out.

When it finally escapes, it feels like my entire torso rips apart, leaving me sore and bruised in my ribs.

Marcus shifts from foot to foot. He's clearly uncomfortable. He's usually a statue when he's on

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"Don't worry." I rasp, trying for a weak smile. "You can't catch whatever this is."

He grunts. "I don't get sick."

I sigh, sinking further into the pillows. "Must be nice."

The silence stretches between us, broken only by my occasional coughs and the rustle of sheets

I toss

back to Lucas. I hope Sister Miriam and

I croak, "have you heard anything

He shakes his head.

he hasn't. He would

hope is dashed, leaving

wracks my body, leaving me curled on

any minute,

can't get sick, he

hope she

if summoned by my words, Vanessa bustles into the room, her arms full

child?" His booming voice seems

but my arms shake with the effort.

heads?"

three," he says cheerfully, taking my fever-blathering in

this sick with her body's rate of rapid healing." "I've never seen a sick Lycan," Magister Orion agrees, scratching at his head. "The training room has

over me, taking my temperature and checking my vitals, Marcus steps out of the room. I snort

doubt that. He has no reason to fear germs. But she looks at the door with a frown. "I'll check

going to make sure you don't

I muse, following her commands

C

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in different directions

is sky

blood pressure high. You're tachycardic. Clammy to the touch. A little delirious. Ava, do you know

are?"

"Of course."

"Where are we?"

where we are, so why isn't it coming to me.

doesn't feel like home,

know what day it

I guess. "Maybe Wednesday. I

slow and gentle, like she's talking to a child.

the beach. You were with me.

was. Good job,

preen, delighted at her praise, even as

"Whaff diff fo?"

to check your temperature. I already checked with the forehead thermometer, but I just want

a guttural sound of assent, I wiggle a little

my mouth, squinting at the numbers. "Well, that's not

an ice bath from hell,

sure how long it is

is dark, and Vanessa's sitting in a

feeling?" she asks in a whisper, leaning over to touch my

question around my mind for a moment, reconnecting with

been thrown to the mat a thousand times. My skin is clammy, and sweat trickles everywhere.