Treaty

I woke up gasping for air. The coldness made me shiver violently.

"Mommey! She's awake," I heard a voice faintly.

My ears rang, my teeth chattered, and I let out huge groan.

I felt a hand touch my forehead and then my wrist.

"She has a fever," I heard another older voice.

Hands lay a wet cold cloth on my forehead and I wanted to protest because I was already so cold and I wanted warmth. 

"Is she going to be okay?" Asked the younger voice.

"She has more colour than yesterday and her pulse is stronger, she seems to be getting better," The other voice soothed, "Now go find Daddy, Tinka. It's nearly time to eat."

I became aware of how dry my mouth was and how empty my stomach was. I felt like a small desert had taken up residence on my tongue and my stomach was like a hallow cavern. I groaned again hoping this time I would get something to help with these two new problems.