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Asya is bundled under the covers. I gave her an extra blanket when she wouldn’t stop shivering earlier. She is asleep now, while I’m still awake, listening to her breathing.
She was okay this morning, but after lunch she got sick, and we barely managed to get to the bathroom in time. I held her hair while she emptied her stomach into the toilet, then helped her brush her teeth and carried her to the bed. Her fever spiked again, but it wasn’t as bad as it was the first time. I don’t have a thermometer, so I kept pressing the back of my hand to her forehead every five minutes, but it seemed like her temperature was only slightly elevated. The fever broke an hour ago, and she finally stopped tossing in bed.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand and type a message to Kostya, asking
