38. He is Sick

Landon’s cries suddenly pierced the peaceful moment, causing Valerie to wince. He had detached himself from her breast, his tiny hands still grasping at the air in search of comfort. As she held him close, she felt the heat radiating off his feverish body. “He feels warm,” Valerie murmured, worry lacing her voice as she pressed a hand to Landon’s forehead. “Something’s not right. I think he might be sick.” As if on cue, Landon let out another whimper, his face scrunching up in discomfort. Valerie’s heart clenched at the sight. “I’ll call the doctor,” Anthony declared, already picking up his phone. The doctor arrived promptly and started to examine Landon. His movements were methodical, yet there was a hint of concern in his eyes that Valerie couldn’t ignore. “What’s going on? Is he okay?” Valerie breathed. “I’m afraid little Landon is quite ill,” the doctor began, his voice gentle yet firm. “It appears to be a serious infection. We will have to take him to the hospital.” Valerie felt a