I opened my eyes and saw the sun shining brightly in the sky, thirsty and sweaty, I gathered the little strength I had left and managed to get on my feet to keep walking through the yellow and hot dessert; after I had given a few steps, I saw, in the distance, an oasis, and excited, I ran towards it; but the more I ran to it, the further it got; it was a mirage, and, hopeless, I let myself fall onto the hot yellow sand, unable to continue.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital near my house, with a solution connected into my veins and a thermometer under my tongue.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
658 - Fever at 111°F
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