"What are you doing," he asked catching her arm and easing her back onto the
bed. "You're in no condition to be wandering
about."
NM:
"I'm sorry.." she whispered again as her head fell back against the pillow
casing and swallowed against a dry throat "call.. Milo.."
She shivered again and set her cheek against the cool fabric of the pillow
and Derek's hand, at once hot and cold but feeling her body working at
breaking the fever.
"Reese... trouble."
It was hard to talk so she closed her eyes, concentrating what effort she
could. Derek had the gift of Sight. If she could focus enough he might be
able to See what she meant..........
