The room lay silent.
Rayah couldn't move. Hammers struck her skull in steady rhythm, skin tingling beneath the thick blanket despite the fever burning through her. Her nose ran and clogged, forcing her to breathe through her mouth like those filthy mouth breathers the head maid always warned about.
Reddened eyes wandered the creaking ceiling—from crawling insects to water droplets falling from the storm outside. She had never felt so wretched.
Gray blur covered her vision. Warm water struck her face, the gray drawing closer before disappearing with gentle pressure against her forehead, warm as the Sanguine Desert.
A hot towel? She furrowed her brow, gritting her teeth.
Her mouth opened, trying to speak, but nothing came.
"Sorry... I'm just worried... I know you don't want me around, so... I'll go pick more medicine..."
