ABL 28: What Can I Say…?

“Malakhi, go fetch my medical bag in her room, hurry,” Anin cried out and Malakhi dashed away.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, I didn’t mind Anin’s touch however it brought no relief to my aching body, I tried to form sentences but all I was able to do was deliver incoherent stutters.

“It’s cold,” I whispered despite feeling insanely hot at the same time. “It hurts,” I choked out as my tears rolled down endlessly down my face.

“Shh, don’t talk. I’m here with you sweetheart,” Anin mumbled softly as she rocked me, she repeatedly wiped my tears but no matter how many times she would wipe, new ones would fall. It felt like torture. What the hell is going on?

I drifted in and out of sleep, I could hear Anin and Malakhi talking in the distance, what they were saying, I didn’t know. It all sounded like mumbled rubbish and I couldn’t be interested in it.

When I opened my eyes for that second, I saw Nyleve standing over me with a worried expression, when did she get here? It felt li