〃 I pulled my hand free and went to help Mike walk。 He
looked unsteady。
〃Movie too much for you？〃 Jacob asked heartlessly。
Mike's glare was malevolent。 〃I didn't actually see any of it；〃 he mumbled。 〃I
was nauseated before the
lights went down。〃
〃Why didn't you say something？〃 I scolded as we staggered toward the exit。
〃I was hoping it would pass；〃 he said。
〃Just a sec；〃 Jacob said as we reached the door。 He walked quickly back to the
concession stand。
〃Could I have an empty popcorn bucket？〃 he asked the salesgirl。 She looked at
Mike once； and then
thrust a bucket at Jacob。
〃Get him outside； please；〃 she begged。 She was obviously the one who would
have to clean the floor。
I towed Mike out into the cool； wet air。 He inhaled deeply。 Jacob was right
behind us。 He helped me get
Mike into the back of the car； and handed him the bucket with a serious gaze。
〃Please；〃 was all Jacob said。
We rolled down the windows； letting the icy night air blow through the car；
hoping it would help Mike。 I
curled my arms around my legs to keep warm。
〃Cold； again？〃 Jacob asked； putting his arm around me before I could answer。
〃You're not？〃
He shook his head。
〃You must have a fever or something；〃 I grumbled。 It was freezing。 I touched
my fingers to his forehead；
and his head was hot。
〃Whoa； Jake—you're burning up！〃
〃I feel fine。〃 He shrugged。 〃Fit as a fiddle。〃
I frowned and touched his head again。 His skin blazed under my fingers。
〃Your hands are like ice；〃 he plained。
〃Maybe it's me；〃 I allowed。
Mike groaned in the backseat； and threw up in the bucket。 I grimaced； ho