Time lost all meaning. I couldn't tell if hours or days were passing. Sometimes I thought I heard familiar voices - Elena's soothing tones, Oak's and Flynn's constant pacing. But it all blended together in a haze of half-formed thoughts and fragmented memories.
At one point, I became aware of a cool cloth on my forehead and the murmur of nearby voices.
"Her fever's breaking," someone said. Elena, maybe? "That's a good sign."
"She's strong," came another voice - Oak's, I was almost certain. "She'll pull through."
I wanted to open my eyes, to tell them I could hear them, but my body refused to cooperate. Instead, I slipped back into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness.
The next time awareness returned, it came all at once. My eyes snapped open, my body tensing as if preparing for
