Nora's POV
"This doesn't make sense," my sister mutters into the phone, her voice tight with frustration. "Run the test again."
She glances at me, then turns away, continuing her heated conversation with whoever is on the other end. James hasn't moved from my bedside, his warm hands wrapped protectively around mine like a lifeline.
The IV has been dripping into my veins for about twenty minutes now. Combined with the ice packs they keep rotating across my burning skin, it should have brought my fever down significantly. At least, that's what Lena expected when she first examined me.
She ordered comprehensive blood work and promised to wait for the results before prescribing antibiotics. She's been darting in and out of my room constantly, and I initially thought she was just being extra attentive because I'm family.
Turns out I'm sicker than anyone realized.
"What do you mean the results are inconclusive?" Lena's voice rises with each word.
