Feverish

[gale_force]

It's routine now. Gale doesn't even have to be exposed to direct sunlight; like clockwork, around 5 a.m. the blackened fever starts, and by 9 p.m. it recedes. So, for those sixteen hours of the average summer day, he doesn't so much as leave his bed. His blood pumps along at a toasty 106 degrees Fahrenheit. He doesn't have the luxury of sleeping

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[h_hollister]

Hips is simply standing at the doorway, facing the hall, her arms wrapped around her bulging belly, with a deep frown on her face.

They can't lose Gale. They just can't.

[gale_force]

"Jenna . . . JENNA! Please, I need to see her."

If there was any suspicion that the 'she' he keeps requesting is Vic, well, that dispels it. And who knew his voice was capable of sounding that desperate?

[anonymous]

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[anonymous]

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[anonymous]

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