Book 2: Chapter 42:

*Reid*

I push the fabric away from her leg, fighting her as she tries to squirm away. She is fading in and out of delirium, unable to differentiate reality from wishful dreams. There is no open injury on her leg, no bone cutting through her skin or breaking of the flesh as I search for the cause. She has to have an infection. Her fever is astronomical, sweat drenching her hair and dripping down he