Had another rough night, spiked another fever, Mum said. I still feel out of it, though it's broken now. One more and she's going to take me to the hospital, I swear. This is so utterly ridiculous, making myself sick over this. It may have just been a coincidence, a lack of sunshine, or a combination or everything, but I cannot tell you how foolish I feel, aside from feeling sick.

I cannot wait for all of this to be over.

I'm going to see if I can bribe August to get me a dreamless sleep potion from the Apothecary today. I need some completely uninterrupted rest, no crazy dreams about fire, doom and gloom. My imagination is out of control and I need it t stop.

Please come home soon.