Inside Micah's apartment near campus, Darcy blinked up at the silver-haired young man, confused by the look of sheer relief flooding his face.
Micah reached out, pressing the back of his hand to Darcy's forehead, checking his temperature. Then, as if not trusting his own touch, he pulled a digital thermometer from the drawer and placed it against Darcy's ear. The device dinged a few seconds later.
Micah looked at the small screen. "Good, your fever has gone down. How do you feel? Dizzy? Cold? Any pain?"
He put away the thermometer and looked at Darcy, waiting for a reply.
Darcy stared at him blankly for a moment, unsure how to respond to that barrage of concern. He tried to push himself up, but his head swam.
