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Josh has been sleeping for the past fifteen minutes. I wish I could take him up to his bed, but Michael’s twitching remains are still up there. Instead, I’ve pushed two kitchen chairs together, and thrown a coat over him to keep him warm.
Why is he sleeping?
Hard to tell if it’s the antiviral taking effect.
Or the virus.
I pray it’s the former as I watch the back door for Amelia to return. It’s already been too long. Where the hell is she? I feel the need to look for her but can’t possibly leave Josh alone.
Shouldn’t have left Michael up there on the landing. Maybe I’ll drag what’s left of him into one of the other rooms. Josh’ll be okay on his own for a few minutes.
I put my palm softly on his forehead; there’s no fever. That’s something at least.
“Amelia?” Josh croakily asks,
