Author's note- Bonjour! I think I'm going to have to balance this one out with a comedy in the next chapter. This one is rather sad and depressing, but I really wanted to give Rosto a chance to show the sweet side inside of him that's just screaming to get out. :) I hope you like it. ;P

Disclaimer- I own nothing that belongs to the great Tammy Pierce. :)

Please Don't Die

Don't die. Please. Rosto thought over and over again. He watched as Beka struggled against her blankets. He held her hand as she cried out in fear of her visions. The whole time, all he could think was, Don't die.

Oh. He knew that Beka wasn't the only one who caught the sickness that came through the Lower City every summer. He knew that she was a strong gixie.

But, he still worried. Especially now that Kora had started to get faint frown lines from her own worry. If she was worried, something must be wrong. He wiped Beka's brow, his own face hard, masking concern and love for the Dog laying before him.

Please don't die.

I need you.

Poor Rosto. :( But have no fear! Beka only has the fever for three days. As you can imagine, she's not too happy at being coddled. ;P Anyway, I'll post again soon. :)