Part 6. Delusion.
Veronica and Challenger laid cold cloths on Marguerite's skin, changing them before they could become warm. Roxton and Malone carted water until every barrel and bowl was full. Veronica then sent Challenger and Malone back to bed so that they would be able to take the second shift.
The cold water from the pond seemed to be helping a little. Marguerite still was very restless and eventually she slipped back into unconsciousness.
Roxton allowed one single tear to make a track down his tanned cheek. Veronica knew that she could say nothing to make the hunter feel reassured that everything really was going to be all right.
The night dragged ensuring that all the residents of the treehouse were nearing exhaustion the following morning. Although they each had the time to have a sleep none of them found that sleep would come to them. Worry was on the top of their minds. They had dealt with various illnesses during their time in the jungle but nothing like this. It was times like these that they all remembered how knowledgeable old Summerlee had been. Difficult times were made more difficult without the wise grey haired man.
The sun rose over the jungle promising for another scorcher. The mercury rising nearly faster than the sun. Roxton sat by Marguerites bedside. He held yet another cool cloth to her face. All night he had been almost too scared to sleep in fear that her condition would change, causing him to miss something.
A soft groan or sigh escaped from Marguerite's lips. Roxton startled at the sound after being in the quiet for so long, looked up at her face. Marguerite's eyes were open but they were glazed over. Roxton became worried when marguerite began talking in a voice that was not her own.
"We will never be together". Marguerite was saying, her voice low. "Friends is all we'll be. Don't you understand?"
Roxton didn't know whether to think she was talking in delirium or to him. Waving a hand before her eyes to scared him that she did not react at all.
Veronica and Challenger laid cold cloths on Marguerite's skin, changing them before they could become warm. Roxton and Malone carted water until every barrel and bowl was full. Veronica then sent Challenger and Malone back to bed so that they would be able to take the second shift.
The cold water from the pond seemed to be helping a little. Marguerite still was very restless and eventually she slipped back into unconsciousness.
Roxton allowed one single tear to make a track down his tanned cheek. Veronica knew that she could say nothing to make the hunter feel reassured that everything really was going to be all right.
The night dragged ensuring that all the residents of the treehouse were nearing exhaustion the following morning. Although they each had the time to have a sleep none of them found that sleep would come to them. Worry was on the top of their minds. They had dealt with various illnesses during their time in the jungle but nothing like this. It was times like these that they all remembered how knowledgeable old Summerlee had been. Difficult times were made more difficult without the wise grey haired man.
The sun rose over the jungle promising for another scorcher. The mercury rising nearly faster than the sun. Roxton sat by Marguerites bedside. He held yet another cool cloth to her face. All night he had been almost too scared to sleep in fear that her condition would change, causing him to miss something.
A soft groan or sigh escaped from Marguerite's lips. Roxton startled at the sound after being in the quiet for so long, looked up at her face. Marguerite's eyes were open but they were glazed over. Roxton became worried when marguerite began talking in a voice that was not her own.
"We will never be together". Marguerite was saying, her voice low. "Friends is all we'll be. Don't you understand?"
Roxton didn't know whether to think she was talking in delirium or to him. Waving a hand before her eyes to scared him that she did not react at all.