Isabelle Baudelaire's point of view
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WHEN I OPENED MY EYES again, Cédric and Josephine were still with me, and I felt thankful to having them at this moment. I can't trust anyone else to take care of me but them. Especially when my family can't know about my fever.
"How do you feel?" She asked worried, changing the tissue that was on my forehead.
"Like I'm dying," I giggled. "But I'm not. Thanks to you," sigh. "My body feels terrible, but I don't feel cold anymore," I tried to sit down, but I couldn't. "Gods above, please take these blankets of me, I'm sweating like a pig!"
They did that right away, allowing me to sit again. "Are you sure you don't feel cold?"
I looked down at myself and saw my skin glowing with the sweat, "No. I'm actually feeling really hot right now. I need cold water. I need to get my entire body into cold, really cold water. Gods, I hate this weather!"
