Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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The morning of the third day showed better results. Jimin's migraine had dulled and his stomach didn't scream bloody murder when he ate a cracker before falling asleep again. His fever had gone down, but he still had a hot temperature.

"Hot" left his list that he mumbled like a lullaby and I heard "hurts" significantly less than yesterday. But "three..." That one remained. He was more worried about the pup than himself.

I was able to fall asleep better, knowing that the wolfsbane was slowly working its way out of his system and that Jimin wouldn't go and sit in cold water now that his fever had minimized.

The fourth day, Jimin could keep more food down than before and started gaining more healthy weight back. The fifth day, I took him to that doctor again to check and see if it was flushed out of his system. A few traces, but not much. One more day.

I woke up on the sixth day to see Jimin rubbing his stomach with a look of worry on his face. His fever was gone and his migraine disappeared, but there were a few stomach cramps left. I got him to eat something before taking him back to that doctor, where he said the wolfsbane was completely gone except for one or two more bathroom breaks.

The next day, Jimin's mom came to visit after hearing that he had been sick since our cut short honeymoon. I came in from the kitchen to see her holding him tightly in her arms and singing softly to try and calm him down more.

"You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine.
You make me happy
when skies are gray.
You'll never know dear,
how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away."

The day after that, we went to the maternity doctor to check on the baby.

We returned home and laid in bed, me listening to his heartbreaking sobs as he choked out that song and held his stomach tightly.

Which was void of any life.