In her half-asleep state, she thought she heard a deep, ragged breath close to her ear.

Awakening, she realized the sound wasn’t a figment of her dream, but came from Tyrone, lying next to her.

Under the soft glow of the moon, Sabrina turned to him, questioning, “Tyrone, aren’t you sleeping?”

“No,” Tyrone said in a raspy voice.

“Why are you blushing?” Sabrina asked as her hand moved to feel his forehead. It felt feverish.

“Tyrone, do you have a fever? Are you alright?” Sabrina sat upright instantly.

Her hands were cold.

them to his face. His

fever. Something’s off with the soup I

been a

Sabrina questioned, “So… what do we do

rose, abruptly pushing her underneath him,

beads of sweat

was

neck, her fingers playing with the hair at his

a deep breath, nestling his head in

the bed and moved

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