CHAPTER TWENTY

He was in a cocoon of blankets but his eyes weren’t open. I knelt down beside him where he lay half-way on the bed.

“You’re burning up.” I said after feeling his forehead. I tried to pull off the blanket but he wouldn’t let me.

“You’re going to die if you remain wrapped up like this.” I begged until he let go. I noticed some tablets of drug.

“Have you even eaten something?” I pulled the hair away from his forehead and peered at him. His face contorted in pain as he shook his head no.

I wasn’t sure he even knew what was going on or that I was the one speaking to him.

I cursed under my breath and ran towards where I thought would be the kitchen. I opened the fridge for ingredients for soup. It was the easiest and quickest thing to do. Thankfully, he had what I needed.

I cut up the vegetables as I let the broth simmer.

People who had high fever needed to cool down so I grabbed a rag and a bowl of water, leaving the food on low heat.

I didn’t need to add burning a house down to the list o