Chapter 13

I woke up on the floor of the bunker. The pain in my stomach still growing. I sat up against the wall, drawing my knees up and tightening my arms around me. In hopes it would help and keep my entrails where they were. Sweat dripped from my face. Did I have a fever, because of the pain or because it was part of the spell Franklin had cast on me. The sound of the door echoed, and Steven stepped through with a plate and cup in his hand. He set it down in front of me and smiled. I just glowered at him, which made him stop smiling. He came near me his arm stretched out, I flinched, he retracted his arm. "I just want to feel if you have a fever," he explained and stretched out his arm again. I didn't flinch and let him feel my face. His brows furrowed.

"You do have a fever and a high one at that. Damn that Franklin," he muttered.

The pain started to spread to my chest, I winced. "Do you want some water?” Steven asked. I nodded and he handed me the cup.