His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 55

"Carlos, it's Cyrus," I blurted out, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "He's had an allergic reaction at the kindergarten, and they say he's running a fever."

There was a brief pause before Carlos's voice returned, firm and reassuring. "I'll be there soon. Don't worry, Doris. We'll get him through this."

His calm demeanor gave me something to cling to, a thread of stability in the chaos of my mind. I took a breath and nodded, though he couldn't see me, then hung up and rushed to my car.

The drive felt like it took forever, even though I barely registered the streets as they passed by. My thoughts raced, anxiety gnawing at me as I imagined Cyrus, small and sick, lying in that infirmary. The images flashed in my mind, unrelenting, and it took everything in me to stay focused on the road.

By the time I arrived at the kindergarten, I was practically running. My heart was, pounding as I burst through the doors of the infirmary. The sight of Cyrus lying on the small bed hit me harder than I had expected. His face was pale, covered in red lumps, and a cooling patch sat on his forehead. His ears and tail were missing, which only happened when he was truly unwell.

"Cyrus," I whispered, rushing to his side. My hands shook as I brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, and his eyes fluttered open at my touch.

"Mama," he murmured, his voice weak but somehow still trying to be reassuring.

The sight of him like this broke me. I felt my throat tighten as I held back tears, trying to be strong for him. "I'm here, baby You're going to be okay," I said softly, though I wasn't entirely sure of it myself. The panic that had taken root in my chest was hard to push away. He gave me a weak smile, his hand reaching for mine, gripping it with what little

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leave you, Mama," he said in a soft, serious

like my brother."

through my heart. The memory of his brother, the son I had lost far too soon, surged to the surface, a wound I had

blinked, willing away the tears that threatened to

Cyrus to see how scared I was, how deeply his

1. me.

I whispered, my voice

to you. I promise."

Carlos stepped in. His presence was like a breath of fresh air-a calm amidst the storm. He crossed the room swiftly, his face composed but full of concern. Kneeling down beside

with the practiced skill of someone who had done this a hundred times

felt like an eternity, Carlos finally stood up, his expression softening slightly. "He'll be fine," he said, his voice full of relief. "It's a mild reaction. The fever will drop soon, and the rash will clear up after a few hours. He just needs rest."

Carlos wasn't done. His face darkened as he turned toward Ms. Hayley, who was standing by the door, pale and clearly shaken. "How did this happen?" he asked, his voice low and controlled. "All his allergens were

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could have happened."