Over the next couple of hours, she woke three more times, never crying out but when Brian would talk to her, she was still dreaming about water. She got frustrated and then finally got up, not saying much. She was shivering. He picked up a large, oversized dark blue shawl that had silver stars on it and he wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Better?" he asked gently. She nodded. "Would you like some fresh coffee?"
"Please?" she asked. He poured it and gave it to her and then started to pack up his paperwork to move it. "Leave it," she told him quietly. "I'm not going to use the desk for awhile. I need to go make rounds in a moment." He brought some more potion to lower her fever and poured a dose into her coffee. It almost made him more concerned that she didn't protest how he'd ruined perfectly good coffee. But she never said a syllable.
"One of will go with you when you make your rounds," he told her.
"As long as you don't follow me into the patient rooms, that's fine," she said, "I want to finish my coffee first."
"You want to tell me about the water?" he asked.
"Not much to tell," she said. "It was just very vaugue. I know you were in water--because of me. And...you didn't come back out."