Cain inhaled deeply. He opened his eyes. He was still lying on his bed. He felt something cool on his head and chest. Cain's shirt had been removed, no dubitably by DG. She placed a cool towel over his chest. The rag still on his forehead.
"Feeling any better?" DG entered the room again. She was carrying a tray.
"Not really. What time is it?" Cain asked.
"Noon. You've been asleep for five hours." DG answered. She set the tray next to his bed.
Cain sat up. He let the towel fall off his chest. He pulled the rag off his head.
"Three hours ago I was dampening the rag. I checked your temperature and realized that your fever was still rising. So I thought-"
"Don't worry DG. That's pretty smart." Cain said. He tried not to let his dizziness worry DG further.
"You think you can eat something?" DG asked.
"We'll find out." Cain replied.
DG handed Cain a small bowl of soup. "I talked to one of the cooks, and they won't say a word to anyone."
"Thanks Deeg." Cain said. He took a few sips of the soup.
"Hey, I'm still making up for last night." DG replied. She sat down in a chair, close to the bed.
"Making up for what? Pulling me into the tub of ice water?" Cain asked. He ate couple more spoonfuls of soup.
DG smirked, "No, you said so yourself that you deserved that."
Cain smiled weakly.
"No…I was thinking about this. You're sick because of me, so I'm trying to make it up to you." DG replied.
"Trust me Deeg, you don't to make up for anything." Cain said.
DG took the bowl that Cain had finished. She handed him a glass and waited for him to finish. Cain returned the glass to DG, half-full. He carefully lay back on his bed. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, allowing his exhaustion take over again. The room around him slowly dissolved in to blackness.
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TBC
ok, so I know thjis was short, but I thought I should have him wake up at least once before I got to the fun part.
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