“Ra!” I drop the bag of chocolates without thinking and sprint to her. Her skin is searing against my palms. “R–Roman?” she pants, breath shallow. “I’m right here.” I kneel, voice gone thin. “What’s wrong?” “B–… me…” she mumbles through clenched teeth, curling into herself, one hand clawing at her stomach. My brain scrambles for answers. Poison? Allergic reaction? None of it makes sense — she should be able to heal herself or regenerate. I slide her up into my arms like she weighs nothing and carry her to the bed. Then run to get a wet towel and an ice pack. She’s thrashing now, so violent the ice bag slides from my hands. I grab a towel, wring it out and press it against her forehead; it slips. My heart hammers against my ribs… this is wrong, so wrong. “Did it get hotter?” I ask, palms ghosting over her forehead. Her groans spike into sharper, animal like sounds. I scan the room in a frantic loop, looking for something that can help. The bathtub! I fill the tub as fast as th
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