"Are you okay? You look sick."
That small voice echoed in the young boy's ears. He wriggled and turned to the other side of the bed. But the young girl dashed in front of him. "Are you okay?"
The young boy slowly opened his eyes. Showing his swollen bags under it. He cried last night because he was scared of feeling alone in that big room. "I don't know," he mumbled.
The young girl tried to climb on the bed and tapped his forehead. "It's a fever!" She exclaimed, widening her eyes. She noticed that the young boy was shivering and grunting.
"Are you scared?" She asked.
The young boy just nodded his head because he feels weak to talk already.
A sweet smile formed on the young girl's cheeks. She grabbed his hand. "Let me hold your hand."
That warmth immediately tickled the young boy's hand and he suddenly felt assured. He held back that small hand. "Stay here."
