That water was the only medicine he had, and he put faith in it.

She did not want to drink, but he made her swallow, and then he bathed her face and head and cooled her wrists.
The day began with the heightening of the fever.

Venters spent the time reducing her temperature, cooling her hot cheeks and temples.

He kept close watch over her, and at the least indication of restlessness, that he knew led to tossing and rolling of the body, he held her tightly, so no violent move could reopen her wounds.

Hour after hour she babbled and laughed and cried and moaned in delirium; but whatever her secret was she did not reveal it.