Burning Out the Fever

I was sick for a few days, like six of them, and in many ways I enjoyed it.

N had just been sick, so she knew what it was like, and was very caring. She decided to keep me toasty one day, with every blanket she could find.

My head is to the right, cropped out of the picture because I was, as is my general practice when anything’s wrong with me, looking as pained and dead as possible.

But I was too busy sweating to die, at the moment:

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