We stayed like that for a while, the quiet stretching out as the heat of the day seeped into the building. The fever made everything feel distant, like I was watching the world through a foggy window. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes just for a moment.
"Don't fall asleep," Alex snapped, his voice cutting through the haze.
I jerked awake, blinking rapidly. "I wasn't—"
"Yes, you were," he said flatly. "You pass out now, and you're not waking up anytime soon."
I nodded, forcing myself to sit up straighter. The throbbing in my leg was relentless, each pulse of pain sharper than the last. But I bit my tongue and stayed quiet.
After some minutes, Alex stood abruptly.
"We're moving."
I blinked up at him, my body protesting even the thought of walking again. "Already?"