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Half a moon had passed since Sparrowsong had been confined to camp. The rat bite had mostly healed, and she was eager to leave the medicine den, which she knew couldn't be soon. She rested inside the medicine den, mostly to avoid the blazing heat outside, but also because she felt a little weak. She figured the weakness was only from not hunting or fighting for so long, so she ignored it.

She was alerted by the sound of pawsteps, and she looked up to see Mintwillow. The medicine cat looked uneasy as she hobbled over to Sparrowsong and checked the rat bite wound. "It looks okay, I" Mintwillow said drowsily, "You should be able to leave soon."

"Okay!" Sparrowsong jumped to her paws, only to cringe at a sharp pain in her head. Mintwillow looked to her, "Are you alright?" She asked. Sparrowsong merely nodded, "It's just a small headache," She assured.

Mintwillow picked up a small seed, "Eat this," She said, dropping it, "It might help with the pain,"

Sparrowsong lapped it up. It had a sweet taste to it. "Thanks," She meowed, and lay back down. Bubblecloud padded into the den soon after, and turned to Mintwillow. The younger medicine cat gave a nod to Mintwillow, and asked her how she was. "I'm fine, really, I got over Cherryclaw," Mintwillow mewed. Bubblecloud nodded and moved over to where Sparrowsong was resting. "Does the bite feel any better?" She asked.

Sparrowsong dipped her head, "It is,"

"How are you feeling overall?" It was Mintwillow.

"Oh, well I am feeling a bit weakened, but it's just from being lazy for half a moon,"

Mintwillow placed her paw on Sparrowsong, and widened her eyes.

"What is it?" Sparrowsong asked uneasily, her tail swishing. Mintwillow whispered something to Bubblecloud, and turned back to the warrior. "You are very hot," She meowed, "You must have gotten a fever."

"Okay… well just treat me then, no big deal." Sparrowsong huffed in annoyance. Bubblecloud came back with two flowers clasped in her jaws. "It's a bigger deal than you might think," Bubblecloud explained, her voice muffled by the plants, "This is a disease you must have gotten from that rat."

"I don't get it." Sparrowsong mumbled. Mintwillow took the herbs from Bubblecloud, and gave them to Sparrowsong. "These are lavender and feverfew, eat them, and we will explain to you further."

"Okay," Sparrowsong agreed, and she took the white flower she figured was feverfew. It had a soft, bland flavor to it, and she swallowed it easily. "So you have this disease called Lassa fever," Bubblecloud explained, "It was transmitted from the rat that bit you."

Sparrowsong nodded, and lapped up the fragrant purple flower, which would be lavender. It had a sharp tang to it, and it was a bit hard for her to choke down. Mintwillow spoke next; "Lassa fever might only be mild for you, but it can risk you being dead."
"Dead?!" Sparrowsong gasped.

"Or deaf," Bubblecloud added, "That's why it's sort of a big deal, but I'm sure we can heal you. But, if we are to do that you need to stay in camp for another moon or so."

"Not again.."

Oh noes! Sparrowsong got sick! What will that lead to?

Yes, yes, this was a very short chapter, but I was extra extra busy, so don't judge :o