Rogue Sommelier

Somebody give me a shot.

Not a shot of whiskey or scotch like you might be thinking. I should have gone for that flu shot. It started with the sensation of spiders on my spine, and by nightfall the fever had reached full fervor. The first night my dreams were troubled and hit apex as I had dreams of being the Human Torch from the Fantastic Four. I woke the next morning in a pool of sweat, and firmly believed that I had burned the fever out… Oh how wrong I was.