Luna Lillian’s fingers were cool and precise as she checked my pulse, her touch a stark contrast to the feverish heat coursing through my body.

"Your pulse looks good," Luna Lillian said, her eyes focused as she checked my wrist. Her hands, were gentle but practiced. She then leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing in concentration. “Let’s see your eyes.”

Her voice was calm, but there was an edge of concern that slipped through. I couldn’t muster the energy to appreciate ...