Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

She was trying not to think too hard about what she was going to do, and why she was going to do it. If she considered the way she didn't trust Oleander's perception when he was sick, she would lose her nerve. She didn't speak to him, knowing her voice would be sharp and unforgiving. Fear did that to a person. 


Besides, Oleander was quite busy making that point for her. Busy grabbing at something that wasn't there. Was Ollie getting worse? Or just less afraid to show how bad he had gotten?


She was shaking a little as she finished With the mushrooms, pouring the hot tea into a cup of mushrooms. What had he said? Let it sit for a while?


She put the cup to the side and dipped a cloth into some cold water, trotting over to Ollie whose head was on the table. She laid the cloth over the back Of his neck. Doing everything she could to think of nothing. Not the wolves of this pack, not their fate, not Ollie's condition, and certainly not what she intended to do.