Over the course of the pandemic I've admitted numerous patients to those same wards – each of them breathless and fevered, many of them panic-stricken.
Sometimes his condition had been one of utter remorse, unsoftened by a single tear of pure sorrow, and then he writhed as he lay, fevered far more by thought than by physical ills.
Sweets dabbed at Yezzan's fevered face with a damp cloth. " Yezzan must live. Or we all die with him. The pale mare does not carry off every rider. The master will recover" .