A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1970 In his haze, Edwin barely registered the movement.

Mark gently placed the pill against Edwin's lips and observed as he swallowed it.

Water followed, guiding the medicine on its vital mission.

But as Edwin settled back, the harsh truth remained; medicine wasn't a magic wand. Fever ebbed and surged, playing cruel games with the little boy.

In his worst moments, Edwin sought solace in Mark's steadfast presence, his small hand finding his, calling him “great uncle” in his delirium. It tore at Mark, each hot, restless shift. Compelled by worry, he fetched a warm towel, dabbing away at the heat that seemed to radiate from Edwin's every pore.

Time crawled; thirty minutes saw the fever relent, if only just.

clung stubbornly above 38

The night stretched on.

vigil every thirty minutes, the damp towel his constant companion. His own body protested, weariness seeping into his bones, but he paid

witnessing his silent struggle, offered softly, “Let me take over, Mr. Evans. You need to rest.” Mark shook his head,

was resolute, determined to nurse Edwin

some miracle, Edwin's fever

for a shower, drifting to

Dawn peeked in.

had bid its farewell, and the city seemed renewed

of the children’s room, the