*Raze*
I drift in and out of sleep, the hard wooden chair beneath me gradually feeling like it is becoming a part of my body. The smell of antiseptic and the faint beeping of the portable monitor Freesia had brought form a lullaby that holds me captive, but the worry gnaws at my insides like a relentless beast. I can’t shake the image of Jo’s pale face, the way her tiny body shivered as the fever took hold again last night.
“Come on, kiddo,” I whisper to her sleeping form, my voice hoarse from too many sleepless nights. “You’ve got to fight this.” The shadows of uncertainty loom over me, each tick of the clock stretching into an eternity. Freesia told me that her body is waging war against the infection, and that is the reason for what seems like a set back, but that doesn’t stop the fe
