"Are you okay?" Jean yelled.

I glanced at Aranda, "Yup, I'm fine, nice of you to ask me!"

"I'm not!" Arada yelled.

"What happened?"

"Oh, well, our cave collapsed..."

"And a huge tree is smashing me! HELP!"

Jean peeked her head through one of the branches. "Ah, so you aren't okay." She began to climb over, and together, we heaved the branch up, which probably weighed 4 pounds, and Arada began to crawl out.

"So your leg isn't feeling so numb?" I asked, seeing she could walk and the medicine probably wore off.

"Yes, but it feels sore."

"Um, where are we going to sleep?"

I began to observe the landscape, and saw that half of the caves were buried, and 1/4.

"Jean, since you were the closest to outside, did you hear a cannon boom at all?" I asked.

"I could only hear the wind," She replied.

So the people buried are still not dead.

"Geez, we have a better chance of dying, as the people who are not buried might be alive and awake in some of those caves."

"It's either murder or the cold ground."

"Cold ground!" Jean chirped.

"Cold ground."

"Cold ground it is then." I beckoned them to follow me, and we began traveling to the trees, glad that the Careers had been picked up. "Let's settle here, and sleep with our back against the tree."

They all nodded, and soon it was morning.

"Garaghmatanghlaopewa." I mumbled. "Woalnooboadpit!" I stuck my hands out like a mummy, "GARWAHEIFENFOENAOKDNMWLQ!"

Miley lurched back in surprise, and I saw that in her hand was a stick. That was previously poking me on the leg. Where the wound is! I began to relax, and felt a bit stuffy, with a headache.

"I just wanted to see how your wound is." She said.

"Well, you should of known...when I...said something..." I croaked. My throat began to feel dry and itchy, and I didn't know how I managed to say the jumble of words.

"Oh, well, you need to wake up. We have to find a cave to live in or we'll bound to be found or even freeze to death." She stuck out her hand to help me up.

I just waved her aside and began to turn on my side, letting my head rest on the tree trunk, while my back ached from sitting with my back against the tree the whole night. "I...don't...want...to..."

"COME ON! Jean is already waiting, she's just washing her jacket that was filled with blood from yours and the Careers."

"It's the...fourth day...Why not...tomorrow?"

"Because we'll freeze before tomorrow!" She grabbed my hand, and instantly took it away. "Arada! You're warm!"

"Nice to know..."

She began feeling my forehead, which was now filled with dots of sweat. I felt like I was on fire. "You have a fever."

"Do we...still have to go?"

"Maybe not, JEAN! Come here!"

Jean arrived from the back of us, carrying a wet sweater. "Yeah?"

"Arada has the fever." Miley declared.

"How do you know it's a fever?"

"Because if she has a cold, then she will be hacking up. Instead, she's just warm."

Jean bend down and touched my forehead, "How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy, with a big...headache..." I forced myself to say.

"She has a fever."

"What are we going to do?" Miley asked.

I started feeling sweaty, so I took off my jacket. I was going to take off another layer when Jean stopped me. "Are you CRAZY? You could catch a cold!"

"But it's...HOT!" I whined.

"We need to do something, before you die from the fever!" Miley said.

"So, you can't take off your sweater, because it's freezing out here, you can't get hot, because you have a fever."

"What about you add ice to me?" I asked.

"No, Arada, you'll freeze!"

"You are so lucky that you are cold and I'm hot." I mumbled. "It takes forever to cool down while you guys just need to...jump."

"You might be onto something!" Jean yelled. In a quieter voice, she said, "If we are freezers, and you are a heater, then neither one of us is perfect."

"So that means. God damn it! Jean, I figured it out! Arada, you need to be WARM!"

"How are we going to do that?"

"Well," Jean began, "we just need hot and cold things added together."

"So you too are going to squish against me?"

"No!" Miley yelled, "We are going to catch your fever!"

"Instead, we are going to have ice on you, and a fire burning by."

"Which creates warm!"

"Well, let's see if you can do it before I die."

Soon, there was a fire cackling in front of me, and a cooling sensation over my body.

"Aren't you afraid someone will see the smoke?" Jean asked.

"I doubt it, most of them will probably be buried under, wishing they had a fire." Miley said.

"Well, I don't care. I'm not moving."