I cling to Ward on the few yards back to camp. It's not that I need his physical strength, but right now, I need his emotional strength. He sits back down with me in his lap and offers me the water again, which I drink greedily.
“When was the last time you ate, Kennice?” Ward murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair after smoothing it off my face.
“This morning? Last night?” I shrug. It doesn't matter, I'm not keeping food down very well anyway.
“More than just the bread and water you've been snacking on?” Ward asks with a frown. I think about it for a minute and shrug again.
“Not sure.” I tell him honestly. “Everything smells wrong or tastes funny, or I throw it up.” I explain. Ward sighs.
“Perhaps it's because you haven't been eating the right things.” Ward tells me. I start to think bac
