Bailey’s POV“Leila,” I whispered, my voice barely working, “Leila I need you.”My throat burned and my tongue felt thick and when I tried to open my eyes fully, the light hurt and I squeezed them shut again, groaning softly.“Leila,” I said again, louder this time, panic crawling up my chest. “Please.”The door opened quickly. “I’m here,” she said, rushing in. “Bailey you’re drenched.”“Don’t,” I said immediately, my voice breaking when her hand touched my arm. “Don’t touch me.”She froze. “What.”“I said don’t touch me,” I repeated, pulling away sharply. “Please.”Leila stared at me, confused and scared. “You’re burning up. You need help.”“I don’t want anyone touching me,” I said, my skin itching painfully where she had brushed me. “It feels wrong.”She hesitated. “I’ll call the healer.”“No,” I said too fast, my heart racing. “No healer.”“Bailey you’re shaking,” she insisted. “You can’t even sit properly.”“I know what this is,” I whispered. “And if the healer comes she’ll tell t
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