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.

to his face.

have a fever. Something’s off with the soup

soup had Likely been a tonic. Possibly with

questioned, “So… what do we

her underneath him, their

beads of sweat

breath was unnaturally

Sabrina’s arms wound around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at his

a determined look, Tyrone drew a deep breath, nestling his head

left the bed and moved swiftly

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