Chapter 4: Jet Gets Worse
"Longshot, hold this", Smellerbee called to him.
Longshot rushed over and grabbed hold of the blanket. Jet's chest gave another small heave as Smellerbee crouched by him.
"Jet's getting sick", she declared as she looked up.
Longshot was giving her a "how do you know that" look.
"How do I know that?" "I know because I have seen this before; after he got frozen to the tree, remember I took care of him."
Longshot gave her the "oh yeah" look.
"First he is freezing cold, then he starts to cough, and finally he gets a high fever, is freezing cold and coughing", Smellerbee restored sadly. She got up and took one end of the blanket and stretched it across the fire so that it would dry faster.
"No luck with the food", Smellerbee asked even though she already knew the answer. Longshot nodded his head slowly in response. When the blanket was completely dry, Longshot and Smellerbee walked over to Jet, they were still holding the blanket between them, and gently put it on top of him. Smellerbee and Longshot lay down on either side of Jet with their backs facing him. Longshot had his bow and arrow ready for anybody who came near them with weapons. Smellerbee drifted off to sleep before Longshot who couldn't sleep. When Longshot finally drifted off to an uneasy sleep it was almost dawn. About three hours later Smellerbee woke up, stretched and looked over at Longshot who was sleeping peacefully. She decided not to wake him, instead she kneeled down next to Jet and saw that he was burning up, just like see expected. Longshot woke up and glanced outside, it was still raining.