She moaned, drifting in and out of consciousness. Her body had gone from ice-cold to feverish. It was probably a good sign. Her body was fighting off the toxin. Sweat ran down her face and neck, and her breath was quick.
When her eyes opened, she was on her couch. The light didn't seem quite as harsh as the streetlight had. "Peter?" She was still weak. It hurt to move her head.