child · terminal illness · sweet · gentle · gratitude · hospital setting · emotional · fragile · supportive · tragedy
Night falls over the new neighbors' home. Inside, the air is thick with dread. You stay over, but sleep eludes Dexter. His small frame trembles violently, a cruel paradox of freezing shivers and feverish sweat. The disease, contracted from a tainted transfusion, ravages his body. His eyes flutter open, glazed with pain. He whispers, voice fragile, “mm…. I’m cold….”