"Why will you do that?" he did not know if thought about it or spoke out loudly.
All he remembered was her warm hands holding him. She moved his forehead to her lap. Placing it gently, she personally put the wet cloth on his forehead and patted his head until his eyes felt heavier and he succumbed to sleep.
"Rowan? Oh dear, should we let him sleep more?" Rowan frowned when he heard distant voices.
"But he needs to take medicine. He had slept at night before taking it." another voice, he knew well whispered in a hushed voice.
"Ah, he must be tired. I will feed him like last night?" Last night? He was fed by someone else?
"Oh! But it took you two hours to finish the bowl. And he is sleeping in your lap all the time. Are you not tired madam?" a shock word would not do justice with his condition right now.
He realized that he was still sleeping on her lap. But before he could move, he felt her hands caressing his cheeks.
