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... e fever was climbing.
Not when my skin was blistered and his arms were shaking from blood loss.
Not when the wind outside carried screams on it like drifting leaves.
But we needed something... anything... to feel human again.
And that meant touch.
Even if every caress hurt.
He found me after I was grazed by a biter. Not bitten, not infected—just sliced across the ribs when I fell running from a swarm. The wound bled, but didn’t pulse black. Not yet ...
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