Monday: Jas’s Fever Breaks
The sunlight filtering through the cabin windows felt warm, but Jas shivered under the weight of blankets. Ivy Mae sat beside them, holding their hand.
“They're burning up,” she said, her voice tight with worry. “We need to do something, Roman. This fever isn’t normal.”
Roman paced the small room, frustration etched on his face. “We’ve done everything we can. What else can we do out here?”
Ivy Mae picked up the journal and flipped through its pages. “This book—whoever wrote it—knew what they were doing. There’s a section here about infection and fever. Lavender, honey, cedar… we can use them.”
Roman frowned. “You think that’ll work?”
“We don’t have a choice,” Ivy Mae said firmly. “If this infection spreads…” She didn’t finish the sentence, but they both knew the stakes.
Jas stirred, their lips dry and cracked. Their voice was barely a whisper. “The tree… the light…”
Ivy Mae brushed their hair back. “Rest, Jas. We’ve got you.”