"Theodore? Theodore!"
Bertha Haines called out twice, but the person on the bed didn't respond. This gave her a sense of foreboding. Upon closer inspection, she indeed found his cheeks flushed.
She reached out and lightly touched his forehead; it was scarily hot.
"Theodore! Theodore!"
She disregarded the differences between genders and placed her hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him. Unfortunately, he was already too muddled by the fever.
When they got him to the hospital, the doctor scolded her for being too careless as a family member. The fever had already reached almost 41 degrees. If they had been a few hours later, his brain might have been damaged.
Seeing Theodore in this state, Bertha didn't dare leave and stayed by his bedside, praying that the heavens would spare this child.
He was already pitiful enough.
In her haste, Bertha hadn't brought anything, so she bought two basins and two towels from the hospital's store.
