Alice sat on the edge of her bed, her head pounding, skin flushed and damp with sweat. She could feel it building — that familiar heaviness behind her eyes, the ache in her bones, and the heat rising unnaturally from within.
She was getting sick.
The fever was coming fast, already making her limbs feel heavy and clumsy. She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and winced. Burning. Wonderful.
She had barely eaten anything today. Not like whatever she had on her fridge was... reasonable anyway.
But that shower. She suspected it was the cold shower she had taken to wash dream Hades off of her.
But despite that, she busy. Her phone was in hand as she patiently or rather impatiently waited for Priscilla to text her back. She wasn't.
Alice clenched her jaw, rapidly typing another text to Priscilla.
'If you don't respond in five minutes, I swear to God, Priscilla, I'll call. If you don't pick up, I'll find you myself.'
Her thumbs hovered. She hit send.
