SORRY FOR THE WAIT! xO YouTube is crazy. Amanda's POV I'm about to walk back to the medicine cabinet when Joe grips my arm pleadingly, "Don't help me." I try not to seem too puzzled by this, "What do you mean?" "Don't---I'm not worth it." "What kind of nonsense is this?" I reply with my usual catchphrase. My family and friends used to always antagonize me about it. It was a hard habit to break. It convinces me that the atmosphere is not as tense as it really is. I find a blanket and drape it over him, fussing with it for a while. "You're feverish. Delerium is your problem, I'm sure it's setting in that's why---" "No," he begs, this time clutching the bottom fabric of my sweater, "You don't understand." "You're scaring me," I whisper, trying to pull away from him. "Don't be nice to me... I'm a m-monster," he finishes breathlessly, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead, and at the nape of his neck. "Shhh," I hush, "I'll get you some soup." "Stop!" he hisses, as though he's been severely burned, "Leave me here. Let me be.. I have to go.." Now he's hysterical, and I'm trying to read answers from his eyes. "I didn't tell him... Couldn't tell him... Not what he wants... Hates me... Had to run..." he babbles on incoherently. I make no sense of it, any of it. Not now anyway. I gaze at him for a few long moments that might as well have been centuries. He's pained, and I finally realize how gaunt his face is, and how much he's changed. He looks sick, strained, and most ...
How to recognize the symptoms of cold and flu, which treatments work best, and advice on staying healthy during cold and flu season
Orignal From: Irrevocable Season Two~Chapter 24
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