Arguing

Emily. I opened my eyes, realizing I'd fallen asleep again, or more like passed out. My head felt heavy, and my body ached. I reached out for Eartha, my wolf, but she was still gone. As my vision cleared, I realized I wasn't in the cabin anymore. I was in a hospital room, the sterile white walls and the beeping of machines a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the cabin. I had various instruments attached to my body, monitoring my vital signs. The door opened, and Joe walked in, her face etched with concern. She was wearing her usual white lab coat. "Emily, how are you feeling?" she asked. I tried to speak, but my throat was parched, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. Joe handed me a glass of water, helping me sit up. "Drink slowly," she advised. "Your body is still recovering from the shock." I took a few sips, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat. "What happened?" I croaked. "You started running a high fever again yesterday," Joe explained, pulling out a digital thermomet