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Chapter 226 - 227: You hid a fever? · Oct 31, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: Is she sulking? 2026-10-31
202 Chapter 202: You did not miss me! 2026-10-31
203 Chapter 203: They are bullying me 2026-10-31
204 Chapter 204: It has begun 2026-10-31
205 Chapter 205: GET SOREN! 2026-10-31
206 Chapter 206: Bad Pa 2026-10-31
207 Chapter 207: You’re actually jealous 2026-10-31
208 Chapter 208: Why are you holding my daughter? 2026-10-31
209 Chapter 209: The Twins Transformed 2026-10-31
210 Chapter 210: They do not love us 2026-10-31
211 Chapter 211: We need more animals 2026-10-31
212 Chapter 212: You are supposed to be the adult! 2026-10-31
213 Chapter 213: You still cannot bite every person who scares a baby 2026-10-31
214 Chapter 214: You listened to me for ten minutes just to ask if I was done? 2026-10-31
215 Chapter 215: Little fox 2026-10-31
216 Chapter 216: Do not assume my people want the same thing 2026-10-31
217 Chapter 217: I stole you 2026-10-31
218 Chapter 218: You are not climbing the prince 2026-10-31
219 Chapter 219: Some are attacking animals. Some ignore animals and hunt beastmen instead 2026-10-31
220 Chapter 220: Make it stop 2026-10-31
221 Chapter 221: You get meaner when you’re hungry 2026-10-31
222 Chapter 222: They’re all hurting where they were hurt before 2026-10-31
223 Chapter 223: POTENTIAL DISEASE OUTBREAK 2026-10-31
224 Chapter 224 - 225: Stay back! 2026-10-31
225 Chapter 225 - 226: Perhaps threaten people less romantically next time 2026-10-31
226 Chapter 226 - 227: You hid a fever? 2026-10-31
227 Chapter 227 - 228: Is he going to die? 2026-10-31
228 Chapter 228 - 229: You grabbed my ass 2026-10-31
229 Chapter 229 - 230: Why are my children investigating my relationships? 2026-10-31
230 Chapter 230 - 231: Do not let children’s affection make you mistake your place 2026-10-31
231 Chapter 231 - 232: Stop trying to kiss your way out of trouble! 2026-10-31
232 Chapter 232 - 233: A breakthrough 2026-10-31
233 Chapter 233 - 234: I thought you would never figure it out 2026-10-31
234 Chapter 234: Meow 2026-10-31
235 Chapter 235: EVERYBODY SIT YOUR ASSES DOWN! 2026-10-31
236 Chapter 236: Could you stop bringing corpses when you’re courting me? 2026-10-31
237 Chapter 237: RAKU! 2026-10-31
238 Chapter 238: ROOFS! STORAGE PLATFORMS! GET CHILDREN UP FIRST! 2026-10-31
239 Chapter 239: Up! Everybody up! 2026-10-31
240 Chapter 240: UNKNOWN ORGANISM 2026-10-31
241 Chapter 241: If you die, I will be extremely angry 2026-10-31
242 Chapter 242: Mama… your hands… 2026-10-31
243 Chapter 243: GOOD GIRL! 2026-10-31
244 Chapter 244: If either of you bleeds on my patients because you’re too stubborn to bind yourselves, I will kill you personally 2026-10-31
245 Chapter 245: If we become stupid, we kill them ourselves 2026-10-31
246 Chapter 246: EMERGENCY PURGE INITIALIZING 2026-10-31
247 Chapter 247: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! 2026-10-31
248 Chapter 248: Absolutely disgusting 2026-10-31
249 Chapter 249: If they don’t care about me, I can’t lure them away just by fighting 2026-10-31
250 Chapter 250: DO NOT FIRE. GUNFIRE OR PROJECTILE IMPACT MAY DIVERT THE SWARM BACK TOWARD HOST 2026-10-31

Chapter 226: Chapter 227: You hid a fever?

Nahla had already done the same.

Tilla came carrying a basin of steaming water with ash soap dissolved inside.

Sari walked beside her with bundles of clean cloth.

Nobody looked glamorous.

They looked frightened and busy.

Swanly preferred busy.

Busy meant nobody had surrendered yet.

”Nobody enters the sick shelter bare-handed,” Swanly said.

Nahla snorted.

”I was healing people before your mother’s mother learned to crawl.”

”And now you have cloth around your hands.”

Nahla looked at her wrapped hands.

Then Swanly.

”Annoying fox.”

Tilla laughed.

”She’s right.”

Nahla pointed at her.

”Do not encourage her.”

Swanly smiled despite herself.

They had begun making simple protections out of whatever Ironwood had.

Boiled cloth over mouths and noses.

Thick hide wrapped around hands when blood was present.

Separate wooden bowls carved with marks so nobody accidentally used a sick person’s cup.

Stone basins outside every temporary sick shelter.

Hot water.

Ash soap.

Dirty cloth boiled separately.

Blood-soaked cloth that could not be properly cleaned went into the fire.

Sleeping hides were separated.

Nobody shared eating utensils.

It was primitive.

It was imperfect.

But Swanly had lived through one apocalypse already.

She had learned the hard way that imperfect precautions were better than panic.

Every time she left a patient, the System scanned her.

”Clear.”

Again.

”Clear.”

Again.

”Still clear.”

Swanly washed her hands anyway.

Tilla noticed.

”You always wash twice.”

”Sometimes three times.”

”Why?”

Swanly looked at her.

”Because fear makes people lazy in stupid ways. I’d rather be annoyingly clean than dead.”

Tilla considered.

Then washed hers again.

”Move.”

Swanly looked over.

Tilla shoved her hip gently.

”You’re blocking the basin.”

Something warm moved through Swanly’s chest.

Tilla was frightened too.

She had Tavi to worry about.

But she was still here.

Helping.

Swanly bumped her shoulder back.

”Bossy.”

”You started it.”

Nahla looked between them.

”Children.”

Sari, who rarely joked, quietly said:

”Swanly has five. She is technically experienced.”

Nahla stared at her.

Tilla burst out laughing.

Even Swanly did.

It lasted seconds.

A scream came from inside.

They ran.

A male had pulled his cloth away from his ribs.

Dark veins had appeared around an old claw scar.

His mate saw them.

She screamed.

”ROT!”

The entire shelter erupted.

People tried to get up.

One female tripped over a hide.

A child began crying.

The sick male stared down at himself.

”No.”

His breathing turned frantic.

”No, no, I wasn’t bitten!”

Nahla shoved everyone back.

”STOP MOVING!”

Swanly dropped beside him.

”System.”

Scan.

Negative.

”Again.”

Negative.

The dark veins crawled another finger-width around the scar.

The male started sobbing.

”Kill me before I turn.”

His mate grabbed his face.

”No!”

”If I turn...”

”You won’t!”

”You don’t know!”

Swanly caught his wrist.

”Look at me.”

He was shaking.

”Look at me!”

He did.

”This is not showing as Rot.”

”But the veins...”

”I see them.”

”Then what is it?”

Swanly hated the answer.

”I don’t know yet.”

He almost broke.

Swanly tightened her grip.

”But we are not killing you because we are scared.”

His mate covered her mouth and cried.

Nahla immediately began checking temperature and pulse.

Sari ground cooling herbs.

Tilla fetched fresh water.

Nobody stood uselessly around Swanly waiting for the heroine to perform a miracle.

Good.

Because Swanly did not have one.

Soren created three more isolation shelters before sunset.

Not prison huts.

Separated treatment spaces.

Families could speak through woven reed partitions.

Partners could remain nearby as long as they followed Nahla’s rules.

Swanly helped organize them.

Sari ran the herb records.

Nahla controlled treatment.

Tilla began keeping a list of which family needed food so sick people did not have to leave their shelters.

Swanly looked at her.

”When did you start doing that?”

Tilla shrugged.

”You were writing everything down.”

”So?”

”So I copied you.”

Swanly stared.

Tilla’s ears lowered.

”Is it wrong?”

”No.”

Swanly touched her arm.

”It’s very right.”

Tilla smiled.

Small.

Proud.

Then the fear began causing problems.

A male hid his fever.

His mate helped him.

They wrapped him in wet hides and told everyone he was sleeping.

They were discovered only after he collapsed while trying to reach the water pots.

Nahla nearly skinned both of them alive with words.

”You hid a fever?”

The mate cried.

”They would separate us!”

”I would separate you temporarily, not throw him into the forest!”

”I was afraid!”

”So is everyone!”

Nahla’s voice cracked through the shelter.

”That does not mean you get to make decisions that may kill ten other families!”

The female lowered her head and sobbed.

Swanly watched.

Fear.

That was becoming the second disease.

Then a mother hid her daughter’s headaches.

Another family lied about a sleepwalking episode.

Every lie made the next person more afraid.

And through all of it, the twins were watching.

Swanly carried Eira one afternoon while Tilla carried Sira.

They passed a female preparing root paste outside a shelter.

Healthy.

Laughing with Sari.

Eira suddenly stiffened.

Her silver eyes fixed on the woman.

”Bad.”

Swanly stopped.

The female laughed nervously.

”What?”

Eira pointed.

”Bad.”

The woman looked offended.

”I didn’t do anything.”

Swanly adjusted Eira.

”Baby, what is bad?”

Eira pointed again.

The woman.

”Bad.”

Sira stopped playing with Tilla’s hair.

Her smile faded.

That made Swanly much more nervous.

The female touched her own chest.

”I feel fine.”

Nahla came over.

”No fever.”

The female spread both arms.

”See?”

Swanly watched Eira.

Eira tucked herself against Swanly.

”Bad.”

Three hours later, the woman collapsed.

Fever.

Violent headache.

Old scar burning along her back.

When word spread, something changed.

People began looking at Eira differently.

Then Sira.

Not cruelly.

Not yet.

But nervously.

A mother pulled her son aside when Eira crawled past.

Swanly saw it.

Her fox ears flattened.

Tilla saw it too.

She immediately sat beside Eira and offered her a carved toy.

”Come here, little terror.”

Eira looked at her.

Tilla whispered loudly:

”I’m not scared of you.”

Eira took the toy.

Tilla looked toward the watching mother.

Neither woman said anything.

But Swanly understood.

Thank you.

Tilla shrugged as if to say, obviously.

Then Vida screamed.

Swanly knew Vida.

Young.

Soft-faced.

Always helping near the nursing shelter because she had more milk than her baby needed and sometimes fed cubs whose mothers were ill or recovering.

Swanly had spoken to her dozens of times.

Never properly.

Now Vida came running out of the nursing shelter with her baby in her arms.

”NAHLA!”

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