Mizpah lay groaning, he had difficulty breathing, and he was weakening by the second. Carita kept watch, she could not leave the beast’s side, and it gave her an insight on how Maya was doing wherever she was. Earlier something weird had happened to the beast. Carita had just returned from the cottage to bring rags with ice-cold water so that she could try to bring Mizpah’s temperature down. It had spiked a few hours ago causing the beast to perspire profusely while emitting a kind of heat like an open oven would do. That could only mean that wherever Maya was, her temperature was dangerously high probable because of an infection.
They had been trying to bring the temperature down by soaking blankets in cold water and throwing them over Mizpah’s face and body. They had even created a sor
