CHAPTER NINE
CHARLIE’S MOOD HAD not improved – and neither had his fever. Bella followed the nurse’s instructions and at around four a.m. she’d given him a small dose of a different fever reducer.
“It’s not dropping,” Bella said softly as she rocked him. “What do we do? We still have three more hours until the doctor’s office opens.”
“Well, she said if it gets any higher to go to the emergency room,” Max reminded her. “What is it now?”
Bella gently ran the scanner over his tiny forehead, and her eyes went wide.
“Uncle Max,” she stammered. “It’s up to one-oh-four.”
“I’m calling her back,” Max announced. He dialed and waited, then talked to the same nurse as before. He listened, nodded, answered, and hung up, then looked at Bella and said, “She says go ahead and take him to the ER, Bel
