Faye's POV
"Stay down. You're burning up." Hardy's command cut through the haze before I could lift myself from the mattress. I shifted toward his voice, gradually recognizing the space around me. This room. I had been here before when they brought me fresh clothing. Our shared quarters.
My mind struggled to catch up. "Burning up?" I whispered, the memory of what happened in the medical wing flooding back. That crushing, overwhelming pressure. "That sensation I felt..." Abel's words echoed in my thoughts. I bolted upright despite the vertigo that crashed over me like a wave. The room tilted sideways, forcing me to clutch the bedding for stability.
"It cannot be possible," I breathed, denial sharp in my voice. "I do not fall ill. Sickness has never touched me."
