elijah laid in bed, grimacing as he shifted restlessly. he wasn't fully asleep, but he wasn't fully awake either. he felt like he was overheating, but without the blanket he felt as if he had gone and laid in a snowbank.

he groaned weakly, breathing strained as he half buried his face into his pillow. the tendons in his neck strained as he grit his teeth, his fingers curling tightly into the pillow. he coughed faintly, the gash on his back burning. it was snowing. his half-lidded eyes were trained on the window, glassy. was the wound infected? the thought made him even angrier.

how was this fair?

it wasn't, that was the answer.

there were no medics. why hadn't anyone sent for medics yet? he didn't have the strength to even get out of bed. he wasn't sure if anyone was even there anymore. half the time he couldn't differentiate real sounds from everything that the delirium was doing to him. moonlight filtered through the barely parted curtain. he shuddered, inhaling sharply. part of him just wanted it all to end. for the pain to stop.