Turning Point (A Reaching Out Novel)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Allana’s Perspective:

Stupid. Why did I use cinnamon? Stupid. Should have stuck with peppermint.

Now because of my stupid move, Harry’s experiencing allergic reactions.

Why do we even have cinnamon?!

I'm allergic to it! And Harry's allergic to it too, now?!

Now at least the medicine had worked it’s way in Harry’s system, the lesions are gone, his tongue swelling had subsided, but now he has a shooting fever, one of the side effects of his medication.

It’s now 4 am the next day, and I haven’t slept yet. I put on sweater on Harry, pair of socks, pair of mittens, and about 5 layers of blankets [figuratively, I’m kidding, it’s only 2 layers. ], and the heater is now up, and he’s still having chills.

But at least now his lesions are gone.

I assumed that he woke up because he reached for my hand.

" He-hey. " he said.

" Hey, how are you feeling? What do you need?"

" Better. Now that I can speak, but I am hungry"

"I suppose you are, you spent a day in bed. "

I got up.

" Wait, where are you going?" he asked.

" I’m going to get you food. "

" You could call someone. "

" No, not at this time, 4:30 am?"

" Okay. Lemme come with you. "

" No, stay in bed. You’re still shivering. "

" Okay. "

" Be right back. "

I went down to prepare soup.

Should have asked what are the things he’s allergic to.

Egg soup is perfect.

After 5 minutes, I went back to Harry.

" Hey, hon, still up?" I asked.

" Y-y-y-es" he said shivering.

I settled the food tray on his side table and help him up.

"Could you sit up?"

" I’lll ttrryyy. "

By ‘I’ll try’ he means that I use my full force to help him up.

I put my hand on his forehead.

" You still have a shooting fever. "

I got a thermometer and put it on his mouth.

" Celcius, 38.7 °C "

I let him drink water.

" Harry, does your head hurt?"

" No. "

" Okay, I’m gonna turn on the lamp, so that we could see each other okay?"

" Yes. "

I did.

" Okay, are you allergic to egg?"

" No."

" Okay, this is egg soup. My recipe. Helped Brad through stress and his shooting fever before. "

I put a spoonful of soup in his mouth and he winced.

" Oops, too hot?"

Harry nodded.