20

I wake up. My headache is gone, my skin feels cool and my muscles hurt way less. I try to sit up. I easily do so. My fever seems to be over, or at least down.

I look around. Ezra is laying on the other side of the bed, sleeping peacefully. I put my hand on his forehead. His fever seems to be gone as well. I sigh in relief, when I suddenly remember my... fever dream? It felt so real. A bad scene with a nice ending.

On the chair, I find some blankets and a pillow. Those weren't there before. Suspiciously, I get out of bed. I expect to fall over, but I can stay put with ease. I walk out of the bedroom, hungry, looking for signs of someone else being here. I go towards the kitchen and almost have a heart attack.

'Jeez! What are you doing here?' I half-yell.

'Ari! Are you okay?' Elijah quickly puts his phone away, instead using his hand to feel my forehead. 'Good, your fever's gone,' he sighs, relieved. I can also see Isaiah smiling from the corner of my eyes.