Instantly, the noise outside receded to a dull hum, and I stared blankly at him in the dark for a while.
He did not say anything, just hugged me and just patted me gently on the back, lulling me to sleep with peace of mind.
I was already exhausted so it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I slept through the night.
When I woke up the next day, it was bright outside the tent. It had rained all night that even the morning sun looked wet and humid.
I looked around instinctively checking that there was no one else around. For a brief moment, I felt dazed.
That man came and went without a single trace. If it weren't for the ear plugs in my ears, I would have thought last night was a hallucination!
I had a bit of a headache. Try as I might, I couldn't find the energy to leave the tent. Naomi came in and saw me lying down with my eyes opened.
Concerned, she asked, "What's wrong? You're not feeling well?"
I shook my head and regretted it immediately, "My head... hurts!" I managed to croak out. My throat was terribly hoarse.
Oh no! I thought. I might be having a fever.
Hearing that my voice, she frowned and put her hands on my forehead. She said in surprise, "Why is your head so hot? You must be having a fever."
Then, she went out. I could hear her telling the others, "Let's hurry up and pack up. We need to go to Asherton. Arianna has a fever. She is burning up!"
I wanted to say something, to tell them not to fuss but my throat hurt so much that I just gave up.
Hendrix came into the tent. His gaze was dark as he glanced at me. Putting his hand on my forehead, he frowned and said, "You have a fever!"
Naomi followed behind him and said, "Mr. Roberts, why don't you take her to the base of the mountain. There is a clinic over there. She needs a doctor"
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