I press my hand to her head, pulse throbbing in my neck. She’s too hot. Hotter than before. She’ll end up in the ER if we don’t lower the fever. “When did you take Tylenol last?” “Four in the morning.” “You’re so fucking irresponsible, Thalia.” I take her shoes off, scooping her into my arms. “You should’ve taken another dose at eight.”
