It was noon when she awoke again. The fever became worse than earlier and she could barely lift her hands or any part of her body.

Her taste bud was bitter and nausea danced around in her throat.

She winced whilst attempting to shield the light that was streaming into the room from the opened window with her hand.

Her body trembled, then she tugged the blanket she barely used when she was healthy to cover herself up to her chin.

She wondered if this was how she often ...