Yanarym awoke to yet another headache, feeling as though she had been tossed around all night like an over-beaten scrambled egg. She held her hand over her mouth, sensing the urge to vomit. She gently patted her chest in an attempt to ease nausea.
After her body settled, Yanarym glanced around the room and noticed Fin sleeping soundly beside her, firmly holding her other hand.
She shifted her gaze back to herself and felt something fall from her forehead as she sat up. It was a towel that had been resting on her forehead. Looking around again, she spotted a small bucket of water nearby.
'Did he take care of me all night?'
She was not sure when her episode of convulsing started, Yanarym knew she had a high fever and it seemed like Fin had taken care of her.
She had forgotten that she should have slept alone because of the poison intake that could cause her suffering.
