I hurriedly entered the house, and my heart sank as I saw Mellisa sprawled on the sofa, her pale face contorted in discomfort. Concern flooded my voice as I placed my hand on her forehead, feeling the heat radiating from her feverish body.
"Mary!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with worry. "Why didn't you tell me that Mellisa isn't feeling well?"
Startled, Mary came rushing over, hastily wiping her hands on her apron. "We were just playing a few minutes ago," she explained. "She mentioned a slight headache, but we didn't think it was anything serious, just the flu again."
Panic set in as her words echoed in my mind. "Why didn't you tell your nanny that you weren't feeling well?" I asked Mellisa, my voice trembling.
Before I could finish my sentence, Mellisa started convulsing, and terror
