Fever!!

Stephen sits by Anna's side on the bed, a sense of urgency in his eyes as he carefully massages her forehead with a warm towel. Anna lies beneath the protective embrace of the bedspread, her body shivering with chills. Her face is flushed with fever, her wounds from the plane crash now infected. Stephen can't help but feel a deep concern and fear for her.

Stephen was scared and worried, he didn’t know how she had suddenly fallen sick after her previous recovery. Today was their fourth day here in these deserted cold lands and he was beginning to lose hope that help would come their way. He had gone back to the remains of the jet hours ago to see what he could find, luckily the first aid box was still intact but there wasn’t much in it to help Anna’s situation.

With a shivering voice, Anna musters the strength to speak, her eyes searching Stephen's face for answers. "Am I going to die?" she asks, her voice laden with fear and vulnerability.

Stephen's initial reaction is one of frustrat