Arapocolypse (Part IX)

I am experiencing discomfort the likes of which I didn't know were possible outside the confines of Hell. Maddie coos into my ear to try and calm me, but I can't make out a single thing she's saying. Every muscle in my body is as tense as they've ever been, but I can barely move. The heat, the burning heat, I really do feel like I'm in Hell; I can't stop sweating. Maddie feels my forehead, and says something I can't quite make out, but continues cooing and begins running her fingers through my hair.

Maddie begins slowly peeling off my sweat-soaked clothes. I couldn't be less in the mood for sex, but she doesn't seem to want some right now either.

“I'm going to go get some water, I'll be back in a minute, okay?”

I grunt in response and with that she leaves. My vision is starting to blur, and my entire body feels like pudding; I think this might actually kill me. I'm too disorientated to panic, and I'm starting to get tired, but I can't sleep. A needle-sharp cold makes me shriek, and I look to see Maddie pouring water from a two-litre of generic soda over me; an old shirt in her other hand. I never shrieked before, but that was definitely a very feminine shriek that came out of my mouth.

“You were getting really hot. And sweaty.”

She wipes me off with said shirt, but I can barely feel it. I think I'm going into shock. My genitals are completely numb, and my chest hurts. Maddie gets on her knees and begins running her fingers through my hair again. I think my hair has gotten longer because her fingers are going further down, but I can't really tell.

“You're okay, you're okay. This is natural. You'll be just fine. Relax and let it happen. Just relax.”

That's all I could make out from what she said, and it isn't very encouraging, but I guess that I have no other options. All the symptoms seem to exponentially spike for a moment that feels like it lasts for decades, and then they're all gone, replaced with exhaustion.

“I told you it would be over soon, are you feeling better?”

I groan in a woman's voice, but I'm too tired to care. Maddie gets up, takes a blanket out of the corner, and turns off a few of the lanterns; leaving the one by the bed. She lays down next to me and places the blanket over the two of us.

“Good night.”

She wraps her soft, warm body around me and turns off the last lantern. I'm asleep in minutes.