He threw the *quilt* off, certain that he'd only covered himself a few minutes ago. The *rash* all over this body itched incredibly, but certain areas simply hurt. Hot and cold from the fever, thirsty but not wanting to drink, Jimmy was miserable. The rash was even on his eyelids, swelling them so that he was almost *blind.* His right eye wouldn't open at all.
He'd come home from a ride only the day before, with a light headache and feeling ‘not quite right', and headed straight to bed. By morning, he was covered in spots, and Emma took him up to the main house so that she could care for him.
“Don't let any of the others get this, Emma. It hurts,” Jimmy said.
“I already asked them, Jimmy. They can't get it; they all had it when they were little, even Buck. I only brought you up here so's you could rest.”
“I'm too old for this,” he complained. “This is a kid's disease. Why didn't I get it when Serena did? She never suffered like I am.”
“Doc said you'd be better in a few days, Jimmy,” Emma soothed. “But you're right, having chicken pox when you're grown up is no fun at all.”
