Fever

The digital thermometer beeped three times and I looked at the readout. 99.7 it said. It felt like 120. World War Three was waging inside my skull. I could feel gunpowder scorching me. I popped two Tylenol and went to sleep, hoping it would dissipate by morning. I grab the box of tissues and gave one last good blow, popped a menthol cough drop and closed my eyes. If my throat wasn't so sore, I'd moan.