Chapter 13
The fever made it next to impossible to keep up with them. It burned behind my eyeballs and left me alternately light-headed and weighed with stone. I spent more time with my eyes closed than I did actually helping them prepare. Every time I looked to see what they were doing, they appeared in a different corner of the room, or wearing different clothing, like I was making jumpcuts through time with each mini-doze I lapsed into.
I tried to stand up once to help. Bad idea. I made it halfway before my stomach lurched, and I vomited all over the blanket one of them had covered me up with, not stopping even when it settled into dry heaves. Lemuel eased me back onto the couch, while Leandro whisked the soiled cover away, returning with a new one and the order to stay still.
I had
