Blacktail Deer Plateau Room Service

Her fever had not yet broken. If anything, it had gotten worse. Junior slept with eyes half-lidded, twitching and murmuring restlessly as fever dreams afflicted her. She never felt well-rested when she came around, which had yet to happen so far today. She remained in some remote half-asleep, half-awake twilight zone, drifting...

Not even the smell of meat could really rouse her. Although Junior woke, per se, and dimly registered their visitor, she only lifted her head a few inches before letting it drop again. She felt so weak and so hot. Her legs felt like they were on fire or something. She wished someone would carry her to the river and just pitch her into the cold water. In fact, the thought made her moan.

"Hey..." she rasped to the male (his name was Cody, she was pretty sure), "Can you chuck me in the river? I need... to put out the fire..."