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Chapter three

After she was given the Morphine, Katrina began to calm down, but refused to sleep. Mostly she stayed quiet, staring off into space. Her fever fell a little due to the morphine and the league stopped keeping her under constant surveillance as she was now awake, instead opting to check in on her every hour.

When it was nearing three o' clock in the afternoon, Sawyer put his head round the door to find Katrina lying in a most awkward position, trying to read a book with only one good hand. She looked up to see him and gave a small nod hello which he reciprocated.

"Feeling any better?"

"A little, thank you." Katrina's voice sounded quiet, beaten down and gravely. Not at all like the intense, greif-stricken, highly intelligent woman who had strode in to the drawing room the night before.

"Still cold?"

"Frozen." Katrina murmured.

Sawyer frowned a little and stepped into the room. He had been outside in the Kenyan sun so he wore only his white shirt and trousers. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and his shirt was unbuttoned as far as he could get away with.

"Why don't you try to sleep? It might help a little."

Katrina shook her head weakly "If I sleep, I dream, and if I dream, I might not wake up."

Sawyer frowned "Why would you think- Is that what you were saying earlier?"

Katrina furrowed her brow slightly "What did I say?"

"That you didn't want to go back somewhere."

Realization dawned on Katrina's face "Oh No, That was a different-I must have been delirious. I think I may have had a nightmare while I was unconscious."

Sawyer pulled up a chair next to her bed "What about?"

"A dark place where I couldn't breathe and part of me was stuck. It was like being buried alive. I panicked when I realized I couldn't wake up and then you and Doctor Jekyll used those smelling salts-" Katrina gestured feebly to the bedside cabinet where the vial lay "-Which by the way are the foulest things ever created."

Sawyer smiled a little.

"But, I suppose it did the job. Thank you for staying, Agent Sawyer."

"Call me Tom."

Katrina nodded a little. Sawyer gestured to the book she had been attempting to read "What've you got there?"

"Pride and Prejudice. Have you read it?"

Sawyer shook his blonde head "Can't say I have."

Katrina handed him the book "It's a beautiful story. You can borrow my copy if you like."

"Thanks. What part did you get up to?" Tom opened up the book where Katrina had been holding her thumb in order to keep the page.

The young woman smiled a little "That's my favourite part of the book. I like to read through it over and over."

"I guess you've got it memorised huh?" Sawyer grinned.

"Some of it. I'm not going to tell you though-It'll ruin the plot."

Sawyer looked at Katrina. Her eyelids were drooping and she appeared in desperate need of sleep.

"You should sleep for a little while." He said holding a hand to her forehead. Her temperature was still quite high although not as high as it had been.

"What if I dream again?" Katrina's voice was barely audible. At that moment Tom Sawyer felt a small pang of compassion for the young woman. She sounded like a small child very far from home. Maybe in her mind she was.

"I won't be far away."

Tom wasn't sure but he thought he saw the ghost of a smile pass over Katrina's lips before she slipped into dream world.

Later, when Skinner came to inform Tom that dinner was on the table, he found the young man wandering around Katrina's room, a book in his hands, deeply engrossed in whatever secrets the tome held. He murmured the words aloud as he read them and was so immersed in the book he obviously had not realized that Katrina had woken and was watching him silently, a slight smirk of amusement dancing across her lips.

"Evenin'. How are you feeling Katrina?" Skinner abruptly stepped into the room and made Tom jump three feet in the air. He swiftly turned and looked at Katrina accusingly "How long have you been awake?"

"Since about 'She is tolerable I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me.'" Tom's eyes widened.

"That was four pages ago!"

"I know it was. And I am feeling a little better thank you Mr. Skinner." Katrina's voice was just as hoarse and weak-sounding as it had been when Sawyer had checked in on her hours beforehand. Skinner wondered if she was telling the truth.

"That's good to hear. Jekyll will be up to see to that wound after supper and Zarina asked me to ask you if you wanted anything. Are you coming downstairs to eat then?" Skinner nudged Tom whose mouth was opening and shutting like a fish. The invisible man ushered the spluttering secret agent out of the room and down the stairs.

Just as Skinner had promised, Jekyll arrived promptly after supper to redress Katrina's wound. The young woman sat up with a little difficulty and promptly wished she hadn't.

"The room is spinning." She murmured "My head... I'm dizzy." Jekyll quickly led her down again and began to dress the wound that way.

"Katrina, I understand that this may be none of my business but will you tell me how you acquired the wound in the first place?"

Katrina fell silent for a while.

And then she told him.

What will Katrina tell Dr. Jekyll? How will the league react when Jekyll tells them? Find out in the next chapter!

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