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.

it clung stubbornly above

The night stretched on.

the damp towel his constant companion. His own

softly, “Let me take over, Mr. Evans. You need to rest.” Mark shook his

determined to nurse Edwin

some miracle, Edwin's fever

was spent. He didn't even summon the energy for a shower, drifting to sleep precariously at the

Dawn peeked in.

bid its farewell, and the city

the children’s room, the father and son's breathing

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