I went to the bathroom and knew what to do. Looking for a towel, all I could find was a role of paper. With aggression and fear, I spun the paper role, until I had a large paper ball in my hand. I then turned towards the water-tub amd turned on ice-cold water. I waited a moment, before soaking the paperball and rushing back to her. She layed there, cold as stone, even shaking a little. I told her to keep calm and gave her a short warning, that I'd try to cool down her fever with cold water. Then I gently held down the soaked paper ball and sat there, my mind full of thoughts and worries. Homecoming, the times we'd tickle eachother, christmas, whistler, chats, phonecalls, visits to her house and the barn, too many memories to leave me behind alone. I did not take one eye from her and I began to talk her into going to bed. She was yet too weak and so I helped her to get to her bed. My worries were that she had to stay on her back, so that she could breath better. On the other hand, I felt sorry for having to force her on her back, where it was her back that hurt as well.