Fever
Redakteur: Atlas Studios
The doctor came over in a rush and took Rainy from Xia Ruoxin's arms. He placed the child carefully on the bed. Then, he pricked a fine needle into the child's arms. Rainy's favorite doll was laying on the floor. In their fluster, they had even stepped onto it.
Xia Ruoxin came closer, concerned. She picked the doll up from the floor and held it carefully in her arms. Her tears fell onto the doll's face where it had been stepped on. Soon, its face was cleansed off of its dirt by her tears. The doll remained smiling, but the woman carrying her had been crying the whole time.
The child lying on the hospital bed looked extremely small. Her little face had an unusual redness to it, and her hands were tightly clasped together. Her cries could be heard from time to time as well as the soft yet heart-wrenching words that came out of her mouth.
"Mommy… I'm in pain."
"I'm in pain…"
"Mommy, blow…"
"Mommy, blow on Rainy…"