Georgia's POV
I jolted awake to strange, muffled sounds echoing inside the cave. I sat up quickly, heart pounding, and turned toward the entrance, thinking it could be some wild animals.
Rain poured outside, creating a low, constant hum, but the noise I heard wasn't from the storm. It came from beside me.
Nick.
My gaze shifted and found him curled in a fetal position, his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He was trembling slightly, and when I leaned closer, I could hear the low grunts escaping his lips. His stomach growled in protest.
His hair was a bit wet. Was it from the rain? Sweat mixed with it that was forming on his forehead.
"Nick?" I whispered, gently patting his arm. "Are you okay? Is it a nightmare?"
"No," he groaned. "My stomach hurts. I… I have diarrhea."
I leaned in closer, brushing his damp hair back to check his face. His skin was ghostly pale, his lips dry. Panic surged through me. I placed my hand on his neck... hot. Then his forehead... burning.
