" Lewis, would you like something to eat? "
Andrew Norland stepped into the guest room that they had chosen for his grandson to stay in until the whole custody issue was finally resolved one way or another. The bedroom was dark with the heavy velvet drapes pulled shut across the large window and there was no light on at all. He strode across the room and pulled the curtain open slightly and then lifted the window up to let in a bit of air. The room smelled a little dank at the moment with something he didn't recognize and couldn't put his finger on. As he turned back to his grandson who still was huddled in his pajamas in his double bed, his arms wrapped around his pillow, his body rang out with a sharp alarm.
" Lewis ? Are you alright ? You should eat breakfast. It'll help this cold of yours. Cook made you a good firm healthy oatmeal. You can eat in bed. "
Lewis didn't answer. He just lay in bed with his paled face and a glimmer of sweat glistening upon his forehead and cheeks. In fact, Andrew noticed with concern, the boy's pjs also appeared drenched in pools of sweat.
" Lewis? Talk to me," Andrew urged as he went over to sit beside the boy on the bed. He reached out and touched his forehead. It was burning up....... Hotter than it had been last night.
Lewis said with his grey eyes still shut ," Dad , I don't feel good...... I need Dad......Dad....."
Glory came into the room carrying a wicker tray with a big bowl of oatmeal and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice on it next to silverware and linen napkins. " Is he awake, dear ? "
Andrew, with a strained worried face, said ," Not really. I think we need to call for an ambulance, Glo. I don't think this is just a cold. "
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ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON 15
General FictionThe ongoing original soap opera about the disabled math genius and former professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their assorted family , friends and enemies in the Washington D.C. Metropolitan area. Diverse. Mult...
