To calm for a six year old.
“Mom,” she whispered shakily, taking my phone carefully from my hand. “I’ll call Dr Smith.”
And God.
That broke something inside me instantly.
Because what sort of mother becomes so panicked her child has to stabilize her?
I watched with trembling hands as Ava dialed our doctor properly while I held Eli against my chest like somehow physical closeness alone could keep him safe.
Dr. Smith arrived surprisingly fast.
The moment he entered, the entire atmosphere shifted into clinical urgency.
Temperature check.
Pulse.
Oxygen levels.
Questions.
Assessment.
He moved calmly while I stood there barely breathing properly.
“He’s responsive,” Dr Smith reassured gently while examining him. “His pulse is stable.”
I wiped my face quickly.
“What happened?”
The doctor continued checking him carefully.
“High fever,” he explained. “And likely an allergic reaction triggering systemic fatigue and dizziness.”
I stared at him immediately.
“Allergy?”
He nodded.
“Has he eaten anything unusual recently?”
I closed my eyes briefly.
God.
This child.
Probably something ridiculous.


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