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.

her hands, pressing them to his face. His eyes, heavy

a fever. Something’s off with the soup I had

Likely been a

questioned, “So… what do

pushing her underneath him,

he frowned, beads of

was unnaturally

moment’s pause, Sabrina’s arms wound around his neck, her fingers playing

deep breath, nestling his head

left the bed and moved swiftly to the

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