Fever

My name is Fever. I’m not much appreciated. In fact, I’m rather disdained. At the mere hint of me, they seek to put me out. I seek not to harm. I seek to heal. True, there have been times when the body could not sustain the heat needed to kill the threat. But, I was not the threat. I was only trying to help. And almost every time, I did help. But then, some are only remembered, selectively, for their failures.

As they suppress me, I’ll just have to burn hotter the next time because, by then, much more heat will be needed to eviscerate the real danger. And so, suppression of my truth makes me repellant in their eyes….My name is Fever and I’ve been so misunderstood.

-Natalia