I can't tell you what happens for the next few hours other than at some point Seth brought me a small bowl of tomato soup and made me choke it down. It was a marvelously tasting soup, and under normal circumstances I would've enjoyed it, but after Seth left with the empty bowl I tossed and turned uncomfortably. Time passes at the speed of light and the pace of a snail. I start sweating intensely, suddenly.
In the middle of my sweating episode there's a knock at the door. Seth waltzes in again. I groan, sitting up, holding my stomach with one hand and wiping my forehead with the other. Seth leaves and returns with a cold, wet cloth which he hands to me before sitting next to me on the bed. All around me is an outline from my dripping perspiration. I feel gross. I imagine I smell gross too
