by Bethany Swafford
I can't focus on anything but the heat. How can it be so hot and why won't it stop?
Frustrated and confused, I curl my hand into a fist, dragging it over my face. I can feel the beads of sweat on my forehead, just as I can feel my clothes sticking to my skin.
I bring my hand down by my side, leaving my eyes closed. There had to be something I could fight, something I could do to cool off!
Twisting to my side, I stretch my fingers out towards...I don't know what. Some bright hope of relief, I guess. All it did was get me caught and tangled in the blanket that covered me.
I wanted relief! I wanted this to stop! With a cry, I kicked to get free. In a matter of moments, I had no more energy and gave up. A whimper rose in my throat.
Through my fever, a gentle voice caught my attention. “Drink this.”
The edge of a cup was brought to my mouth and I drank the cool water eagerly. A soft hand curved over my forehead, bringing a brief moment of coolness and comfort.
“Everything will be all right,” Mom said.
I believed her.