When I woke back up, I was burning up.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, or how it was even possible for me to feel like I had a fever. But I did.
I stumbled my way to the kitchen, hoping to find some ice. My entire body was on fire, and I realized there was no ice to be found. Conner had used it all earlier, and it was still in a semi-slushy state, trying to refreeze. I was going to kill him.
“Conner!” I shrieked, turning around, looking for the aggravating male.
“He’s not back yet!” One of the kids yelled back. Had I not been asleep as long as I’d thought? Didn’t matter, I was going to die of heatstroke before I could kill Conner at this rate, if I didn’t find a way to cool down fast. Using the wall as support, I slid my way towards the bathroom. By the time I made it to the doorw
