Stavros’s POV (BP)
Monday night started nearly three days of straight hell for my Little Mate. When she was awake the pain left her in tears with every wave. The fever was constant and she was continuously sweating. Doc M put a butterfly needle through the back of one hand so she could start injecting medicine into my poor Mate every four hours. It made her tired, so she thankfully was sleeping for long stretches. She stopped eating almost entirely two days ago, she would feel sick and dry heave, but there was nothing coming back up. Doc brought up this stuff from the hospital that you give to pukey toddlers so they don’t dehydrate. For every coffee Caly drank, she needed to drink a bottle of the weird-tasting juice. Convincing her to drink anything besides water was a struggle.
I spent
