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Her little leggings and white undies are on the bathroom floor soiled

“My butt threw up” Her voice is so small and weak

I grab the shower curtain, ripping it open again “It’s okay, baby It’s going to be okay”

My heart breaks a little bit when I see how ht’s sleep last night and knohat’s co What I have to tell her

It’ll have to wait

“Here” I help her wipe, feeling the fever radiating off her little body

I quickly strip offinto the shower as I hold her against my chest Her little arms are around my neck, and she whimpers softly

The water is war a washcloth to help with the bits I can’t see

I stroke her hair as we stand under the spray “It’s going to be okay, baby Everything’s going to be okay”

We stay in the water about a otten all the dirt off her bottorab a fluffy towel off the rack Standing her in front of ently Her hands are on my shoulders, and her eyes are closed She’s flushed and feverish, and I wrap her up tight before carrying her into her bedroom

She’s dressed and tucked in her bed, and I quickly gather her dirty things in the towel I used to dry her I dash to e clothes then start another load of laundry before I grab the ibuprofen, saltines, sprite, and a banana

I’ over here

When Ieyes hollow and tired I help her up and give her a dose of children’s ibuprofen for the fever Then I cliainst my chest

“Are any of your other friends feeling bad today?”

“Bunny wasn’t at school” Her voice is slow and weak “Louie said she has a bug I thought he made her eat dirt when I wasn’t around She lives by his house”