I wake to cold seeping into my bones—the kind of cold that has nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with something being fundamentally wrong inside my body.My muscles refuse to cooperate when I try to sit up. Sweat drips down my forehead despite the chill wracking through me, splashing onto my trembling hands. I stare at my palms—slick, glistening, and confusion crashes through my foggy mind.Why am I sweating when I'm freezing?I manage to push myself halfway up before my arms give out. I collapse back against the cave floor with a soundless gasp."Eveline, what's wrong?"Anton's voice cuts through the haze. Then he's there, dropping to his knees beside me, his hands hovering over my shoulders like he's afraid to touch me.I try to sign, but my hands shake too violently to form coherent shapes. My phone—where's my phone? I pat weakly at the ground beside me, searching, but my fingers are clumsy and uncoordinated. Every movement sends fresh waves of pain through my bod
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