May has a fever, and it's not yet going away.
It's not enough to be alarmed by, of course, but I have to try to keep track of it. If it breaks, it'll be a huge improvement.
Not if, but when.
Of course it will soon. I've only rarely seen a childhood cold last longer than a week. This should be no different.
Even though it's barely been three days and feels like a month.
I press a hand to her forehead, and then feel her cheeks. Her skin is hot to the touch, but not alarmingly so.
She's still asleep, thankfully. It's not a surprise: the fever takes a lot out of her, and even the energetic little May has spent most of this day asleep. It means I could leave and have little worry of being caught, of course.
But with the increased fever, even if it only feels like a little bit from the day before - something I can't be exactly sure of without a thermometer - I don't want to risk leaving her side.
