Freda Pov
I drank the water Kyran left, but it did nothing to help. The cold felt good going down my throat for maybe thirty seconds. Then the heat came roaring back stronger than before.
"This is useless," I said. I threw the cup across the room and watched it shatter against the wall. "Nothing helps. Nothing works. I am going to die from this heat."
I knew I was being dramatic. Heat did not kill, but it felt like it was killing me. Every nerve in my body was screaming. Every breath hurts. Every second that passed without relief was agony.
I tried to lie still on the bed. Tried to rest as Kyran said. But I could not stay still. My body would not let me. It demanded movement. I demanded something to ease this terrible burning need.
I got up and started pacing again, but my legs were too weak. I made it maybe three steps before they gave out completely.
