"I'm going to go see if I can get you some medicine. There's an old doc in Virgin River--he might have some stuff on hand for cold and flu. It'll take me almost a half hour to get there, the same coming back." "Virgin River," she said dreamily, eyes closed. "Ian, they have the most beautiful Christmas tree... You should see it..." "Yeah, right. I'll be an hour or so. The fire should more than last, but will you try to keep the blanket on? Till I get back?" "I'm just too warm for it..." "You won't be in a half hour, when that aspirin kicks in and drops your temperature. Can you just do this for me?" Her eyes fluttered open. "I bet you're really pissed at me right now, huh? I just wanted to find you, not make so much trouble for you." He brushed that wild red hair off her brow where a couple of curly red tendrils stuck to the dampness on her face. "I'm not pissed anymore, Marcie," he said softly. "When you're all over this flu, I'll give you what for. How's that?" "Whatever. You can howl at me with that big, mean animal roar if you want to. I have a feeling you like doing that." He grinned in spite of himself. "I do," he said. "I do like it." Then he stood and said, "Stay covered and I'll get back as soon as I can." *"