Packing is EVIL. Plain and simple. Especially when packing for a move. But I finally managed to get this out.

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~~~BUG IN THE PLAN~~~

The moment Annie awoke she knew something was wrong. She felt hot—too hot—and she ached down to her bones.

"Eyal."

Her throat was on fire, turning the act of speaking her bedmate's name pure agony. But she feared movement; the ache of her body nearly bringing tears to her eyes.

"Eyal," she called a little louder, nearly crying out at the pain in her throat.

She felt him begin to stir and gritting her teeth, slowly turned to her side and pushed herself up. the movement brought tears to her eyes and felt as if it took all her strength, but Annie persevered and managed to get herself into a semi sitting position.

"Eyal, wake up, something's wrong," urged Annie, shaking the Mossad Agent. She could hear her voice cracking from the pain.

Her tone must have done its job because Eyal shot up, looking around the room before turning to her.

"Neshama?"

"It hurts, Eyal." Annie hated looking weak, being weak, but here in the dark alone with Eyal she no longer cared about keeping up her façade.

Eyal could tell there was something wrong by just looking at Annie. Her eyes were glassy, fevered in appearance, and her voice cracked as if fighting tears. Gently placing his hand on his Neshama's forehead, he frowned at the radiating heat—her temperature had to be nearing 40 C (104F for my American Brethren). He needed to find his medical bag.

"Stay here, Neshama, and I will get my bag."

Annie ever so slightly nodded her head in acquiescence; she could feel a headache coming on and wanted to avoid the repercussions of too much head movement for as long as possible.

When Eyal returned with his doctor's bag, he made quick work of taking Annie's temperature.

"Exactly 40 C, as I feared," he commented as he read the thermometer. He needed to get her cooled down, and fast, before her temperature could leave any lasting affects. "Now I need to listen to your heart. This is going to be cold."

Annie's heart was pounding, not fast enough to bring on a cardiac episode, but still far too fast for his liking. If they could not get her fever under control, then she would need to be hospitalized.

She whimpered, her body feeling as though she had been run over repeatedly by a semi.

"Shh, Neshama, we're going to fix you, but first I need to see a man about an ice bath."

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