chapter 2
When I woke up the next morning I could tell something was wrong just by looking at Tala. His face was deathly pale and covered in sweat. I put my hand on his forehead and checked his temperature, it was dangerously high. I wondered whether I should wake him or not, I mean he was obviously real sick and needed medicine. But he also needed to rest. Eventually I decide to wake him up.
"Tala? Tala wake up, c'mon. wake up" he groans and cracks his eyes open a fraction.
"Julia? Hey."
"Hey." I reply, "You alright?"
"Hnn. Feel like crap, but I'll be alright." He starts to sit up but then he starts to sway and his eyes become sort of cloudy. I quickly grab him by the shoulder and make him lie flat again. "Whoa Tal, take it easy. You've got a high fever, calm down or you'll get sicker."
"I'll be OK. Don't worry." So bloody stubborn sometimes I wanna scream!
"Whether you think you think you'll be ok or not is beside the point. The fact is you wont if you work yourself into the ground so you're resting. Got it?"
"I don't have a choice do I?" Tala asks me.
"Dammit lover-boy you are so right."
"Women. Always in charge." He mutters, but he still goes back to sleep. I have him wrapped round my little finger.
In the afternoon I go back to check on Tala; he's still asleep looking so peaceful despite his fever. It's almost heartbreaking to wake him up but I have to so he can have some medicine. He'll get even more sick if he doesn't. I wake Tala and give him he pills, he seems fine until all of a sudden he just starts coughing violently and puking everywhere. Then he just fell backwards and fainted. At that moment I'm shit scared who wouldn't be? And something that's been niggling at the back of my mind suddenly appears. Tala cant get sick. The stuff Boris put into his brain and the chemicals injected into his blood prevent him from getting ill entirely. He even said once that the only way he could get sick was if he was poisoned.
Tala had been poisoned, but why. And by who?
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