"Rayan, tell me what's wrong." Scott tried to keep his voice gentle, but he felt some anxiety creep in anyway.
"Don’ feel gud... M'tummy... buh'is 'kay."
"Your stomach doesn’t feel good? Did you throw up?'
"Couple times...yeah..."
"Are you running a fever?"
"I'don know..."
"Do you feel warm?"
"I's cold..."
"You're cold?"
"Yeah..." He paused. There was the sound of blankets rustling. "Cuddle Buhg...?"
"Yes?"
Rayan's voice was so pitiful it tugged at the heartstrings. "Can I geh’ sum Gatorade too... Ah'll pay yu back, promise..."
"Of course I’ll get you some Gatorade too. What flavor do you want?"
"Yellow meibe..."
"Understood. I'm leaving work now. I'll be by your place as soon as I run to the pharmacy." Scott packed up the last of his
