“D’you hear ’bout Matt?” Jen asked. “He’s burning up with fever in hospital.”
“What? Thought he was never sick. Hope we don't catch it.” Tom speeded on his stationary bike. “C'mon. Let’s feel the burn.”
Miles passed. They exercised till Tom called out, “You’re smoking hot.” He so could not say that to her.
Jen fought his arms and shouted, “Get off me.” Then wrestling hands quested too close to camp-fire, grabbed a branch. “Feel that burn Tom.”
“It’s fever talking,” said a quiet voice. Jen woke in a hospital bed, cheeks burning red as she wondered what she’d said.