A journal by a boy who is forgotten

Entry fourteen

Hi there.

It's almost noon and I'm still in bed with Alfred doing absolutely noting except tending to my poor baby.

Oh yeah he got sick by the way. Scared himself so much he got a fever.

Or something.

Whatever.

Any way he had a bad dream and when he woke up he was all over me sobbing and crying. Now he's running a fever of 104° and I feel bad for the poor baby.

He won't drink or eat or even sleep and he's really fitful and won't let me leave the room but that's okay because I like being near him and I'm worried about him so I don't want to leave the room.

Ah, I think that's all for now.

Matthew, the boy who is sure as hell going to be a doctor.