I murmured, my mind racing. This was not a complication we needed right now. We needed to be able to send him home tomorrow with no memories of this place so we could focus on getting our new community through the winter. “Maybe a reaction to them? He’s been on them off and on all week. Maybe his body’s signaling he’s had enough?” Pamela said. Sweat beaded on Bud’s forehead and upper lip, trickling down the gullies of his weathered face. He moaned again through lips that looked dry enough to crack soon. “What should we do?” I asked. Pamela shook her head. “If his fever was a little lower, I’d say just cover him up, monitor his temp and let the fever break on its own. But a hundred and two is pretty high. We need to cool him off. A lukewarm bath might help, and I’ve got some acetaminophen we can give him. If that doesn’t work, we’ll have to try more aggressive methods.”
