I slowly pried my eyes open to see a worried blonde man peer over me as he placed a cool towel on my burning forehead. I sat up quickly as I clasped his hand.
"Luke?"
Baron looked at me with widened eyes before he frowned and pushed me down so that I could lay down back on the bed as he sat down on the chair next to me. I covered my mouth. Why did I just call Baron Luke? I turned to gaze at Baron.
How have I never noticed it before? Baron almost looks like an exact copy of Luke. Was baron possibly Luke's great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather?
I stroked my chin as I felt my throat burn. Baron's cheeks reddened as he said.
"What's wrong Mila? Why are you staring at me like that?"
I shook my head and turned to the other side on my bed. Despite the fever that I felt overtake me it was less than that of yesterday. My headache had abated along with my runny nose.
"Baron?"
"Yes Mila?"
"Is there anyone else sick on the ship?"
