Friday: A New Threat
That evening, as Jas rested, Ivy Mae flipped through the journal, focusing on a section about emergency remedies.
“This part,” she said to Roman, pointing to a passage. “It talks about the signs of infection spreading. Jas might not be out of danger yet.”
Roman glanced at Jas, who was dozing fitfully. “What are you saying?”
“If the fever comes back, we’ll need to act fast,” Ivy Mae said. “There’s a stronger remedy listed here, but it requires more specific herbs—and we don’t have them.”
A gust of wind rattled the cabin, and the faint hum of an approaching storm filled the air.
Jas stirred, their voice barely audible. “It’s coming back,” they murmured, their eyes fluttering open.
“What’s coming back?” Ivy Mae asked, leaning over them.
“The light,” Jas whispered, their gaze unfocused. “And the voices… they’re louder now.”
Outside, the wind howled, and the first drops of rain began to fall. Ivy Mae and Roman exchanged a look, fear flickering in their eyes.
As the storm intensified, Jas’s fever spiked again, and the faint glow of lightning illuminated the cabin. But in the flashes, shadows moved unnaturally across the walls, and the tree outside creaked ominously.
“Get the journal,” Ivy Mae said, her voice trembling. “We might not have much time.”