Angela stormed back into Jack's room, flinging the door open.

"It's okay, it's okay," Angela whispered, grasping Jack's hand in more of an effort to comfort herself than Jack. She felt his forehead again, though she knew it would still be hot.

"You're running a fever," she told Jack. Jack swallowed and nodded. Lower the fever, lower the fever. I've got to lower his fever... Angela thought frantically. She reached over and pulled the blankets off Jack.

"Why are there so many?" Angela cried in surprise as she yanked off a second quilt, only to reveal another blanket.

"I'm so cold." Jack was so hoarse; he was practically choking on his own words.

"Water," Angela muttered, looking around the room. But there was none. It would just have to wait. "Well, we need to get your fever down. You can't have all these blankets. Sit up," Angela ordered.

"Ange, what is going on?" Frankie gasped as he stumbled into the room. His eyes grew wide at the scene the greeted him.

"Frankie, get me some water; he needs something to drink and we need to lower his fever," Angela said, concentrating on helping Jack unbutton his sweat-soaked shirt. Frankie took off, just as Johnny and Uncle Will appeared in the doorway. Angela quickly stepped back from the bed to let Uncle Will through.

"He's burning up and sweating all over but his hands feel like ice," Angela explained, worried. Will ignored his niece and knelt to examine his ailing patient. "He's having a lot of trouble breathing. I told Frankie to get some water," she added quietly. Angela's uncle nodded vaguely and continued to examine Jack.

Frankie returned with water and Johnny was sent to get some towels. Angela resigned herself to the chair in the corner. Uncle Will's face was strained and Frankie, Johnny, and Angela knew to keep out of his way.

"Damn," Uncle Will swore under his breath, throwing the bottle of cough syrup he had been reading to floor. He stood up and stormed out of the room and down the hall. Angela jumped to her feet and joined her brother and cousin who where leaning against the wall.

"What is going on?" Johnny asked, bewildered.

Frankie shook his head. The trio exchanged uncomfortable looks. Angela crossed her arms and looked at Jack who was lying on the bed, still gasping. He was twitching in his feverish sleep, the sweat beading on his forehead. Angela sighed and bent down to pick up the bottle of cough syrup. Johnny straightened and walked over to the doorway and leaned his head into the hall.

"He's speaking to someone on the telephone!" Johnny hissed, turning back around.

"The telephone?" Frankie gasped, realizing the situation was of even greater danger than he had previously suspected if it warranted a telephone call.

"What's he saying?" Angela whispered.

Johnny shook his head. "Can't tell. Whoa!" Johnny stumbled back into the room as Uncle Will came storming back, flinging the door open. Johnny quickly backed away from the door, narrowly missing being hit by it.