Something soft and cool was caressing her feverish skin.
Abrial twitched, scrunching up her nose so that whatever it was would go away.
The thing didn't stop brushing her cheeks, pressing gently over her eyes. It was wet, leaving cool drops of water on her skin.
Abrial's eyes blinked open.
"Abrial?"
Finley, who had been wiping Abrial's sweaty skin with a cool, soft white cloth, pulled back. She leaned over Abrial carefully, trying to see if she was awake in the dark of the tent. It was already nighttime. There was a soft light coming from all around, not bright enough to wake someone up, but enough so that people could somewhat see one another in this darkness.
Abrial groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. She had a terrible, piercing headache branching out from that spot behind her ear and striking all over her skull like lightning bolts. It seemed to be ringing and screeching. She clutched that spot and gritted her teeth.
