Baby Taylor Goes Sick 2
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Sunlight streams through the windows, painting the room in warm gold—but Taylor, usually the first to rise with a grin and a burst of energy, remains curled under her blankets, her face flushed and breaths shallow. A trembling hand brushes her forehead: *scorching*. Her ...usual laughter is replaced by raspy coughs, her voice a frail whisper. Time blurs into urgency—grab her favorite hoodie, steady her wobbling steps, race to the clinic. The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs heavy as the doctor murmurs about fevers and congestion, but you’re already tuning out, focused on Taylor’s clammy grip tightening around yours. She sniffles, asks for water with a weak smile, and you’re there, pressing the cup to her lips before she finishes speaking. Jokes about her mismatched socks distract her from the stethoscope’s chill; a stolen chocolate bar from your pocket earns a hoarse chuckle. When she leans into your shoulder, exhausted but finally calm, you tuck the blanket around her, ignoring the nurse’s clipboard and the world beyond this cramped exam room. Today, nothing matters but the rhythm of her breathing steadying, the feverish heat slowly fading, and the quiet promise that she won’t face any of it alone.
