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medicine cabinet, she reached for the
    bottle of tablets she had noted earlier. They weren't aspirin. Frowning, she
    read the unfamiliar chemical name on the label and noted that they were
    a prescription.
    "Two tablets at onset of symptoms. One every four hours thereafter,"
    she read, wondering if the fever was one of the symptoms for which the
    tablets had been prescribed. Carrying the bottle back into the bedroom,
    she tried to get a moment of rational attention from her patient.
    "Julian, are these pills for your fever?"
    "Damn pills. Won't take them anymore. Tired of being a weakling. Go
    away, ghost lady. Take the pills with you. I hate it when you see me like
    this."
    His body was dry from the inner heat. She had to do something.
    Determinedly Anne ran a glass of water in the bathroom and came back to
    the bed. Firmly she cradled him with an arm around his broad shoulders
    and held the liquid to his lips.
    "You're thirsty, Julian. You must be thirsty. Here, put this in your
    mouth and drink the water."
    To her astonishment he obeyed, swallowing the tablet and most of the
    water. When she attempted to remove her arm, however, he protested
    angrily.
    "Don't go. Not now. Too late now."
    "I'll be right back, Julian," she soothed. "I'm going to get something to
    cool you down a little."
    "You'll come back?"
    "Yes."
    "Can't trust you. You always fade away."
    "Not this time, Julian. Not this time."
    Desperate to relieve the frightening fever and knowing she would be
    physically incapable of dragging Julian from the bed and into a cold
    shower, Anne grabbed the sheet and carried it back into the bathroom.
    There she soaked it in cold water. Julian groaned when she covered him
    with the chilled, wet sheet and she wondered if she was doing the right
    thing. It had been so long since she'd had any first aid.
    When the heat of his body had burned away the benefit of the wet sheet,
    she resoaked the material and applied it again. Julian didn't protest the
    damp cloth, but he continued to shift himself violently around on the bed
    and the muttered words became more and more difficult to comprehend.
    "It hurts, ghost lady. It hurts. Can't tell anyone. Shouldn't even tell you."
    "Where does it hurt, Julian?" Anne whispered, wondering if she ought
    to give him another tablet. If only she were absolutely positive they had
    been prescribed for this fever.
    "My leg. It's bleeding. If I can't get it stopped…"
    "Julian, the bleeding has stopped."
    "No."
    "Yes, darling. I've stopped it. You're going to be fine. Please believe me,
    darling. You're going to be fine."
    Together with the damp sheets, she kept up the running murmur of
    encouragement and reassurance for the next hour and then, when she was
    contemplating whether to risk another of the strange tablets, she sensed
    that Julian was finally growing quieter. In another hour she was certain
    the fever had broken. He was suddenly soaking wet and it wasn't from the
    effects of the damp sheet.
    The sweat that coated his body was the aftermath of the fever. Carefully
    Anne stroked it from him and then she realized that she was going to have
    to change the saturated bedclothes. Now Julian would need warmth.
    It was a chore remaking the bed because Julian had fallen into a deep
    sleep. He lay heavily in the middle of the damp bed and it took all of
    Anne's strength to roll him gently to first one side and then the other while
    she redid everything.
    The room was quite cold now. The fire in the living room had probably
    gone out completely. She had been too busy to rebuild it. Anne went
    searching for a thermostat and finally realized there were some baseboard
    heaters in every room. Julian hadn't turned any of them on earlier,
    apparently. It took a long time before they became effective.
    Anne spent the rest of the night keeping watch over her sleeping
    patient. At one point she thought he was growing warmer again and
    managed to wake him sufficiently to get another of the tablets down