Eloa was violently ill. And she felt sick, as if she was never going to get rid off all that soil and dark matter that she had been spewing out of her stomach. Nia said that it was better to get all that nonsense out of her system so that they could get her clean again. Azrael did not leave her side again for one minute. He held her hair back softly when she was feeling ill and when she was done he gave her water to rinse her mouth, gently patted her face with a wet towel to clean of the remnants of the dirt and then carried her to bed. He sat her on the edge of the bed and looked at her.
She was shivering with cold. Gently he slipped his hands under the sweatshirt that she was wearing and touched her skin. She was cold and was wet with the sweat that was pouring of her skin like waves.
