The fever comes, the bursting out of the virus from the body cells in waves. The response of the body to widen its thermostat to fight it, to rise the body temperature to levels that can damage it. After all, real battles, internal and external, come only when our hand is forced and a potentially fatal outcome is a necessary risk. These battles come when they are the only chance for survival.
In that fever he shivered. All the medics could do for some while was pass cool air over his skin with fans in that air conditioned room. If the temperatures spikes, enzymes die, body biochemistry slows, then there is death... not our guy though, our guy was gonna pull through and live, he had to.
Love can turn off stress and turn on the immune system to a higher degree, and so as she battled the fever, as we followed doctors orders, we made certain that she felt as loved in a deep and secure way.
Even with that fever I can see her angel eyes shining through, finding our loving bond and holding on.
That fever, that Satan's rollercoaster, appears to have peaked.