> "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..........
>
Derek:
Derek sighed, she must be delirious. He tucked teh blankets back around her
and sat down on the edge of the bed to make sure she stayed where she was.
"I can't call Milo," he told her. "He tried actually and was told that he
wasn't around. His cell phone was off and no one in London knew where he
was. "Try not to worry about it," he instructed, "just get some rest."
OOC: This is before milo's call to Derek from NYC.
