My fever was not letting up and it had been over a week. Gondro kept making sure I stayed hydrated. Paco and Neville agreed that it was because of Gondro's concoction that I had got through the sickness for quite so long. I overheard one night that they talked about how other people succumbed to death from fever at sea.
Jacob was getting impatient. I heard him scream in frustration more than once this week. Elgo had already located Ezekra from the very beginning but the creature kept on moving and compared to Labyrinth, she was much faster. So the chase was taking longer than expected.
My back was aching more and more because of my bedrest. I wanted to stand and at least walk around but each time I try it, Jacob tells me to go back and lay down. They're treating me like a damsel in distress over again! I know they care, especially Jacob. However, if I lay down some more, I'm afraid I'll be invalid. So, I sat up. But at the same time, Jacob walked in.
"Lay down," he ordered.
