Visitor In The Night

At some point, Fitz came, lugging a medical kit. He took my temperature, hooked me up to an IV drip, then left with Kieran. I heard voices, but couldn’t catch what they were saying. Whatever drug Fitz gave me put me under. When I woke, it was still dark outside. I’d slept for a whole day. Some of the cobwebs had cleared from my head. My joints no longer ached like unoiled hinges. I sat up in bed, found the pillow damp with sweat. My skin was clammy, hot to the touch. I rolled out of bed, almost face-planted on the floor. ‘Miss Finnegan, you shouldn’t get up!’ The bedroom door was pushed open. A pair of pink fluffy slippers came into view. Strong arms circled my waist, helped me up, deposited me back in bed. A callused hand was laid over my forehead. ‘Luckily, you didn’t rip out the IV needle. Your temperature hasn’t gone down yet. Doctor Meyers prescribed bed rest and plenty of fluids.’ I blinked at the woman. Late forties, plump, a homely face, warm eyes. ‘Who are you?’ My voice was a