couldn't have. She had her hands full trying to hold him up. He had
been completely useless, and when he realized what an easy target she
had been while they were moving from one train to the other, he got
chills again.
As soon as the door was bolted behind him, he went back to sleep. He
woke up with his head in Grace's lap again. She was leaning against
the window, her eyes were closed, and she looked very peaceful and
serene.
He tried to be quiet so he wouldn't disturb her After he washed and
changed his shirt, he sat down on the bench across from her.
He noticed then that she had changed her clothes. She was wearing a
white blouse with a pretty brooch at her neck and a dark blue skirt.
She'd changed her shoes too. The ones she had on now matched her
skirt.
When had she had the time? he wondered, and why had she bothered?
'Good morning, Daniel. Are you feeling better today? ' 'Yes, I'm
feeling better. Did I wake you? ' 'No, I wasn't asleep. I was just
resting. You don't look like you feel better. Lean forward and let me
touch your brow.'
'Don't fuss over me, Grace. I'm fine.' She was totally unaffected by
his gruff manner. 'Where have I heard that before? ' 'Heard what? '
'You kept telling me you were fine all through the night, but you
weren't fine, of course. Now lean forward.
' There was a thread of iron in her command, and Daniel ended up
obeying just to placate her. 'You're a stubborn woman, ' he
muttered.
She put the back of her hand against his forehead and frowned. 'I just
can't tell, ' she admitted. 'If you have a fever, it isn't much. You
mustn't eat or drink anything yet, or you'll get sick again. You're
very fortunate.' He leaned back against the cushions and crossed his
arms over his chest. 'How's that? ' 'You have a mild case of
influenza. It could have been much worse.
Jessica was throwing up, off and on, for three days. I thought she was
going to die.'
'I wanted to die last night, ' he admitted. 'By the way, thanks for
.
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