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Today was going to be a long day.
I didn't move for a few seconds.
Watched her breathing pattern.
Still heavy.
But stable.
No coughing.
No strange noises from her throat.
Just heat.
A fever.
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I stood up.
Picked up my phone from the small table.
Opened the browser.
Typed.
"child fever 38.7 what to do"
Several results came up.
I tapped the top one.
Scrolled.
Read.
The gist was simple.
Rest.
Fluids.
Monitor temperature.
Cold compresses.
Medication if necessary.
I looked back toward the futon.
Yuna wasn't moving.
I walked back over.
Sat down in the same spot.
I touched the cloth on her forehead.
Still cool.
Not dry yet.
Good.
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"…Papa…"
Her voice was even fainter than before.
Her eyes didn't open.
"Hm."
"…I'm sorry…"
I took the cloth.
Rewet it in the small basin I had brought over.
Placed it back on her forehead.
"Stop that."
She fell silent.
No response.
But her shoulders slumped a little.
As if letting go of something.
