A low groan escapes me as I shift beneath the covers, but even that small movement sends a sharp ache radiating through my bones.
My entire body feels like it's been run over, set on fire, and then left out in the cold. The fever hasn't gone away—it's only gotten worse.
My skin burns, yet I shiver uncontrollably.
I barely register the sensation of something warm pressing against my shoulder until a deep voice cuts through the fog.
"Hold still."
A damp towel slides down my arm, the warmth seeping into my skin, offering the slightest bit of relief.
I exhale, my lashes fluttering open to find Caspian hovering over me, his brow creased in concern.
He's perched on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the lean strength of his forearms.
The towel in his hands is damp with warm water as he gently presses it against my overheated skin.