COOL HANDS TOUCHED my face. “Jesse, can you hear me?”
“Mmmm.” I turned my head to the side to press my flushed cheek into one of the hands.
“She’s burning up,” said the voice.
A second voice spoke. “I see nothing suspicious. Do you think she’s been poisoned?”
The hands disappeared, and warm breath grazed my lips. Someone breathed in deeply, and then the warmth was gone.
“I detect something, but it’s too faint to identify.” The hand returned to my forehead. “We have to bring her fever down.”
The hand was replaced by a cold, wet cloth. It was a small relief from the fire blazing inside me.
“Humans are prone to infections when they are hurt,” said the second voice. “Does she have any injuries?”
“Not that I can see.”
Those hands ran over my arms. Cold air touched my skin as the bed
