Chapter 30
He made an effort to stifle the prickling heat that he was experiencing by pressing his eyes shut and leaning against the structure. He was uncomfortable with the sensation. He felt as though hundreds of ants were trying to crawl through his veins, and the itching was particularly bad around his eyes and lips.

He covered his lips with his hands, and even though he wanted to scratch the sores away, the act of touching them provided him with some measure of relief.

"My god , are you okay?" He was conscious of the caring voice coming from the direction to his left, but he did not open his eyes or turn in that direction at any point.

He wanted to scream but he didn't because he didn't want to scare her to death, which was something he was half worried he would do if he let go of him at this moment.

The searing headache and the persistent itching—did they really need to happen? In spite of the fact that he didn't think he'd taken that much, it was already causing him a significant amoun
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