288. The Mad Prince by Rok Nardin
Natasha drank herself to sleep, Miguel dozed off on a bench he could barely get onto, and Paige developed a fever.
Looking at everyone sleeping, she felt hot and cold, sweating—maybe it wasn't a good idea to let herself be splashed with water. Now, the most important thing was to go to sleep and regain her strength for the final fight.
It wasn't that difficult, as her fever soared, making her expect to wake up a bit dumber but probably also a bit happier.
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Lance woke up the next day, having slept again for a disturbingly long time. His wound felt a bit better. When he looked up, he found Paige being a bit paler and felt a pang of sorrow because she had to hold out that long, only because he was adamant on napping.
Natasha was slurring something, clearly drunk, while Miguel was silently watching her with concerned eyes.