I woke up slowly. My body felt heavy, like it had been dipped in lead and left to dry, but the pounding in my head had dulled to a distant throb. How long had I been sick? I fumbled for my phone on the side table, squinting at the screen through bleary eyes.
Two days. It's been two days since I fell sick. I didn't know I was sick for that long. I thought it was only a few hours or something. Kasteil took care of me for two days and never complained? Wow
It was currently evening, golden light slanting through the curtains in long, lazy bars. Two whole days lost to blankets, medicine, and Kasteil's quiet footsteps checking on me. He never stopped checking on me. He made sure I was ok.
The clothes on my body—his shirt, now wrinkled and clinging—felt sticky and gross. I smelled like sweat and fever and whatever menthol rub he'd slathered on my chest. I wrinkled my nose and pushed myself upright, legs shaky. A bath. I needed a bath.
