Sunday morning

Woke up on the floor in Crichton's room. I think I went to sleep on Beka.

Head hurts, shoulder hurts, arm... hurts. Damn it, I think I preferred the numbness.

Also still filthy. Shall make finding Janet and showering first priorities

Sick...

Elizabeth is lying in bed in her dorm room, alternating between shivering and kicking off the covers because she is too hot.

Her face is ghostly white, and had been ever since she had fainted earlier that morning.