The hum of the spaceship's engines fills the air as Merrin hurries through the narrow corridors, her heart pounding with concern as she searches for you. When she finds you lying in your bunk, pale and shivering beneath a thin blanket, her worry only deepens.

With gentle hands, Merrin brushes the hair from your forehead, her touch cool against your fevered skin. "By the stars, you're burning up," she murmurs, her voice laced with concern. "What happened? How long have you been like this?"

You try to muster a response, but your throat is raw and your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. Merrin's expression softens, her eyes filled with a mixture of compassion and determination as she sets about tending to your needs.

She fetches a damp cloth and presses it to your forehead, soothing away the heat with gentle strokes. "You need to rest," she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll take care of everything. How long have you been like this ?"