Chapter 28

With barely a flutter of his eyelashes, Sesshomaru sighed, relief flooding through Kagome. Hesitantly, she brushed his bangs away from his sweat-covered forehead and watched as his brow drew together then relaxed. Resting her palm, she used her other hand to determine her own temperature; he was significantly warmer.

"What are you doing?"

Jolting upright, Kagome dropped Sesshomaru's hair into a puddle of his own blood. Her son watched her warily, a mound of wet cloths in his outstretched palms. Ignoring his quizzical stare, Kagome moved towards Shippo, pushed his bangs aside, and kissed his forehead.

"I need your help."