tenminutesaday | Fill: Challenge 50 Original-Lemy'es

After being starved for months, suffering some sort of ailment on the road to freedom isn't far fetched.

Kallon shivvered under the thick blankets. Sray hovered anxiously over him. He had never been sick a day in his life and Sray didn't know what to do. They were still miles from the Geten border.

"Do we need to stop?" Kem asked over her shoulder, checking the team back to a walk.

Sray put her hand on Kallon's forehead, pushing back his sweat-slicked hair. He breathed out and his lips moved, but whatever he tried to say didn't come out. "Just hold on, Kallon." She whispered and felt the fever that was burning through him. After all he had been through he didn't need this. As careful as she could she pushed the fever down. He stopped shaking and his muscles relaxed.

"Sray? Do we need to stop?" Kem asked again.

"No, we have to keep going. It isn't safe here." She shook her head and reached for the water. "No Ela'yan doctor would treat him anyway. Who is supposed to be at the next relay?"

"I think it's Desta DeJowrin and Ieshan Jespen." Kem responded.

"O good," Sray sighed in relief. "DeJowrin will be able to help. Perfect. Step those horses up again, Kem."

Fifty challenges! Good work!