The fever hit her after second day of them leaving New York. The warm of the campfire didn't break the cold spell over her. She couldn't stop shaking even after Rath wrapped a blanket around her.

A yellow metal coffee pot rested on top of the campfire. Stream escaped from the spout. Wearing an oven mutt, Rath picked the pot up and poured the water into a metal cup. Stirring seasoning from a pack of Ramen noodles into the cup, Rath made broth.

Handing the cup to Kate, "Drink this."

However, her shaking hands prevented her from taking the cup. Rath put the cup to her lips. Slowly he tipped up the cup allowing the contents to enter her mouth.

After all the broth went down her throat, "Thanks," she coughed.

Putting the back of his hand against her forehead, "You're burning up," he replied.

"Then why do I feel cold?"

Taking her hand, he began rubbing it. Slowly she felt warmth.

"He does care," she thought.

Getting up, Rath unrolled a sleeping bag.

"Wish we got a Tent," remarked Kate.

"Didn't have room," unzipping the bag, "We can always pick one up along the way," turning towards her, "What to sleep dressed or undressed?"

"What's the difference?"

"Sleeping dressed the chances are the clothes will be drenched in sweat."

Sighing, "Fine, I'll sleep undressed. Wished we had a second sleeping bag."

Before he could answer, "Yeah, we didn't have room," she replied.

Unbuttoning her shirt proved difficult cause of her shaking hands.

"Rrr," she said, "Help me undress, Rath."

Walking towards her, "What every boy what's to here from a good looking girl," unbuttoning her shirt.

"Hurry up, you don't have time to enjoy the sights."

"Familiar terrain," he remarked removing her boots.

Her pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid off her legs. Now she had only her underwear and the blanket covering her.

Rath picked her up and carried her to the sleeping bag. Placing her inside the sleeping bag, he was about to zip it up.

"Wait," she said stopping him from zipping it up.

"Yes."

"Isn't there something about body heat?"

"Two bodies generating heat to stay warm."

"Correct."

"In other words, you what me to sleep with you?"

Wrapping her arms around his neck, "Yes, but no sex."

"No touching?"

"Keep those hands to yourself."

"Fine," he said standing up.

Turning his back to her, he removed his coat. Folding it, he laid it near the backpacks. His wide brimmed hat was placed on top of the coat. Sitting down, he untied his boots and placed them beside the folded coat. His shirt followed and was placed inside his backpack.

The flames of the campfire danced off his skin. The flames allowed Kate to stare at the scars that covered Rath's back as he removed his pants.

He slid into the sleeping bag along side at Kate. It proved to be a little cramp. Kate had lay on up of Rath's chest.

"Remember no touching," she staring down at him.

"No touching," he said wrapping his arms around her.

Laying her head on his chest, she didn't want to admit it, but she enjoyed the feel of Rath's skin. It brought back many memories that they together in bed. Closing her eyes, she hoped this would clam her and keep the nightmares away. Finally sleep claimed them both.