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Nicole pulled another soaking sheet off Nicholas’ now bare torso, her hands shaking in unison with the spasms of his body.
“What’s happening to you?” she asked despondently, cooling his forehead with a wet towel. The night was not overly cold but very stormy outside, with dark clouds hovering. His body was giving off extraordinary heat, so much that Nicole felt as if she were sitting in front of a heater.
“You…” Nicholas croaked, trying to find the words or the strength to speak them, Nicole wasn’t sure. She quietly shook her head and softly shushed him. She continued to cool his head and face, but Nicholas was determined, breathing, “You are so beautiful.”
Nicole paused in her motion of squeezing the towel into the bowl beside her, filled with iced water. “It’s a good thing we are just friends, otherwise I might believe you. But you’re obviously delirious”
“I’m dying” he replied, blinking heavily.
“No you’re not,” she said, laughing again, trying to make light out of the situation that was scaring her more and more.
“I need to tell you…before…”
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear it. You’re not dying! I don’t care what you think this is, I won’t let you!” she retorted, resuming her work with the towel, lip beginning to tremble.
“I’m sorry…don’t mean to be a…” Nicholas paused as he looked at her, trying to smile. “Drama queen”
“So you should. You’re a pain in my arse” she replied sharply, tenderly running the cloth over his chest and stomach, gliding over his sculpted muscles. How she had never noticed them before was beyond her.
His body began to twitch again, his system appearing to shut down. “I feel like I am on fire…”
Nicole could no longer joke, stammering slightly as she moaned, “What can I do?”
It took several seconds, but Nicholas became still. He turned to her, breathing heavily and obviously in pain. “Kiss me,” he whispered, a hint of a grin on his otherwise strained face.
Nicole could not help but smile as she shook her head. “You’re my friend. It would be…weird”
”You’ve done it before”
“That was a thank you. This is…very different”
Nicholas turned his head towards her. “You really don’t want to kiss me?” he asked softly, his eyes probing.
“I…” Nicole said, not sure what this sickness was doing to Nicholas, but found his newly discovered bravado quite surprising. “You’re not well”
Nicholas merely blinked before coughing heavily. He turned to her again, this time extending his arm out. “Hold my hand?”
She had no idea if he had seen through her response. She denied his request for a kiss and lied to him, but as she enclosed his trembling hand in both of hers for the first time, she felt what she was afraid of, worse still, she sensed Nicholas feel it too. She didn’t want to let go.
“What if I tell you a story?” Nicole asked.
“Does it have ponies?”
“Then I don’t wanna hear it”
Nicole rose and sat beside him on the bed. She placed his hand with one of hers on her lap and ran the fingers of her other hand through his damp hair. “It’s about wolves”
Nicholas looked at her. “You don’t believe what’s happening to me”
“It doesn’t matter” Nicole countered. “You do. You believe you are turning into something, that you are losing a battle. That something is fighting to come out. But you’re not alone.”
Nicholas gazed down at their interlocked hands, “I know.”
Nicole smiled. “That’s not only what I meant. Shall I begin? Very well. The story is called ‘The Wolves Within’. An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside all of us,” he said to the boy. “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, rage and ego.” He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.”
Nicole had Nicholas’ complete attention. He was very interested in the story but had been moving his head slowly closer to hers. Nicole had noticed and kept still as she had spoken, but started to turn her head towards him, trying to ignore her rushing heartbeat. Those lips of his always looked good, but in the dull light of her room and with his body glistening, they were beginning to look irresistible.
“So…how can you tell which wins?” Nicholas asked, inches away from her and closing, refusing to be denied what he wanted.
“That’s the point of the story,” she whispered, letting his burning face come closer. “The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf wins?” The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
Just then, the storm clouds covering the moon shifted. A ray of moonlight hit the two of them, causing Nicholas to rock back in an agonising grimace. Nicole screamed.
His teeth flared, his back arched and he bellowed from the base of his spine the only word Nicole could understand from his roars of pain.
Nicholas rolled off the bed and crashed to the floor, crawling naked towards the door, trying to put as much, if any, distance between Nicole and himself. Nicole, who rushed to his side and stopped him, found him unconscious. She wrapped her arms around him, mumbling, kissing his forehead. “I’m not going to leave you.”
Nicholas went limp in her arms, suddenly at peace. Nicole bolted to her phone and dialled 000. She turned towards the window.
The storm clouds had covered the moon again. Nicole, unsure of what to think or do, merely wept.