Mosquitoes weren't the worst thing she'd experienced in her nineteen years of life, but neither were they the easiest either. Bella rose with the others—except not really, as she wobbled on her feet and stumbled right back to the ground. She was beginning to feel ill in the stomach, and she swore her muscles weren't acting as they were supposed to.

Perhaps it was best to leave.

She tried to located Mr. Cavey, all the while wiping sweat from her face.

"I - I don't feel very well," she managed, concentrating on her balance as she tried to stand again. "I think I should g-go to the hospital. Infirmary. Wherever."

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