This chapter will probably seem boring...But I promise chapter 5 will be better D

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Chapter four

Fingers twitch gently, his bottom lip quivers ever so slightly, his hair lies sprawled on the pillow, the duvet tucked up to his chest with his arms lay flat on top of the blankets. His white t-shirt sticking to his chest slightly from beads of sweat, his head lolls about, he acts out a dream, so it seems to anyone watching, then slowly but surely he wakes, something cold is pressed to his forehead, he makes a feeble attempt to bat it away but can't manage much. He mumbles in protest as drops of ice cold water dribble down his temples and splash onto the pillow and his hair, his vision focuses slowly as he gazes round the room.

He is lay on his bed, dressed in what he slept in the night before, his cheeks feel flushed and hot, the room is dimly lit by the small desk lamp on his bedside table, the window is open allowing a gentle breeze to wash over his sweating skin. He feels something heavy on the side of his bed near his waist, he brings his head up and sees his friend sat there smiling back at him, his face a mixture of relief and worry.

"Hey there." Howard whispers, he was dressed in his usual clothes but had a dressing gown on over the top, his hair was a mess and he looked as though he hadn't slept for days "How you feeling?"

"What happened?" Vince asked quickly without sitting up, he felt too tired to manage it.

"You passed out."

"When? What time is it?"

"Two days ago, it's nearly three in the morning."

"I've been out cold for two days?" Howard nods reluctantly and reaches for a bottle of water on the small bedside table. After drinking some for himself he offers it to his friend who greedily drinks the rest.

"You just passed out. We put you to bed thinking you'd wake up in five minutes but when we went back to check on you, you had a fever. I thought you'd been sucked back to that nightmare world but Naboo thought different."

"Where is Naboo?"

"Shaman meeting. Got called in last night, he's been there since. Should be back anytime soon though." Vince nods and stares up at the ceiling trying his best to remember what had happened "Do you remember anything?" It was as if Howard had read his thoughts but the mod simply shook his head.

"I just remember black then I woke up." Howard nods once then shifts on the bed trying to get more comfortable "Why have you got a bathrobe on?" He asks simply and smiles at his friend.

"The window is open, it's freezing in here."

"I can't tell." Vince confesses as he watches the curtains sway against the breeze "Shut it if you're cold."

"I only just managed to break your fever, I don't want it to come back!" They laugh but only for a second, the smiles die as soon as they come and the room is reduced to silence once again. Vince yawns widely and lets his head roll to one side "You should go back to sleep." But he shakes his head and refuses "Vince..." Howard gives him a stern look but his friend cuts him off before he can go into a lecture about how Vince's body will need the energy.

"I don't need to sleep! I don't need sleep." He blurts it out, the words roll off his tongue almost crashing into one another "I don't." He feels the weight on his bed lift, he shuts his eyes for a while then opens them to an empty room, his door open slightly, he can hear a conversation between Howard and Naboo who must have got back from the meeting already.

"What's that?" Howard asks, he is stood just outside Vince's door blocking any of the light from the lounge from getting in.

"The book I need." The tiny Shaman replies, Vince can't see anything else and has a feeling it might be to do with him, he pulls back the duvet and sits up resting his feet on the carpet, strangely the material cools his feet off. The feeling washes through his legs making his hair stand on end, it reaches his waist, warms his stomach then refreshes his head. He smiles and tilts his neck back shutting his eyes then stands and stretches feeling completely refreshed, he could taste vomit in the back of his throat but apart from that he was fine. He stood with his back to the wall behind his door listening; he peered out cautiously and could see an old brown leather book in Naboo's arms, suddenly something inside panicked him making him close his door in a hurry.

"He knows." He whispers to the room then slides a hand over his mouth, his eyes dart around his bedroom looking for a means of escape. He doesn't want to move but something forces him to, he crosses to the window and gazes out at the moonlit street below, a smile crosses his lips as he scans the roads.

In the living room Naboo had set the old book down on the coffee table and had instructed his familiar to put the kettle on.

"How is he?" He asks quickly while flicking through the pages in the old book.

"When I left he was asleep. His fever broke yesterday, he's kept me up all night, tossing and turning and muttering random things under his breath."

"Stuff like what?"

"Couldn't understand it, I put it down to the fever."

"Might have been more than the fever." Naboo mumbles as he searches the old pages; he slows down with his page turning and comes across the one he had been looking for. He scans the information; his eyes widen as he takes in the words then slowly his head turns towards Vince's room "You did say Vince was in there, didn't you?" Howard gets up slowly and crosses to Vince's bedroom door, he opens it slowly and flicks on the light. The room is quiet, clothes litter the floor, the duvet lies folded back, faint marks show on the bed where someone had been lying, a bottle of water sits on the bedside table along with a clock, paracetamol and numerous colourful accessories, the curtains billow in the wind flapping about in front of the open window.