She could feel the temperature dropping more and more every second. The chills running through her body. The hospital bed sheets were always cold and rough. She called the nurse, told her she had fever again. As she had for the last year and a half. She had spent all that time in the hospital, and no one knew what was causing the fever. Or a way to stop it.
The nurse came back with more blankets, it was the only thing she could do. She didn't remember how feeling warm felt, pleasantly warm, that is, she knew too well the feeling of the fever decreasing. Some days she would stare through the window, wondering how much longer would she need to be in the hospital, how much longer would she have to endure the constant cold.
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