Tonia's POV
A young boy lay on the bed, approximately the girl's age, trembling violently.
This wasn't ordinary shivering. He appeared to be enduring absolute torment.
Sweat covered his forehead, and his small fists clutched the bedsheets desperately. I'd never witnessed a child suffering so intensely.
"Dear God, what's happening to him?" I gasped, rushing to the bedside.
His eyes remained squeezed shut, small sounds of agony escaping his lips.
"This happens to him frequently, but it's becoming worse each time. I don't know where mommy is, and daddy's occupied. I can't disturb him."
When I touched the boy's forehead, it burned like fire. I nearly pulled back immediately. By the Moon Goddess, he was in critical condition! No child should endure such suffering.
I should locate his parents to get medical help, but I suspected I might know how to assist him.
Turning to the little girl to ask a question, I discovered tears streaming down her face. My heart broke a little.
