Chapter 11
Desiree
On the sixth day of Gio’s recovery, he spikes a fever. I check his temperature with the thermometer from my med kit, then his blood pressure.
Temperature of one hundred three and elevated blood pressure.
Crap.
I don’t know if it was the fall out of bed, or ripping the stitches, or what, but I don’t like it. In fact, it worries the hell out of me.
I’m not a doctor. I have no idea what that bullet hit inside Gio. And if something’s infected, all the progress he made this week will be lost. He could easily still die.
“Junior,” I call from Gio’s room.
He must hear the fear in my voice because he shows up immediately. “What is it?”
“Gio spiked a fever. I’m going to need a new antibiotic—see if you can get Keflex. Or clindamycin, but that’s going to give him the shits
