John got up to take the towel from Simon’s brow and soak it in fresh water, but as he picked up the towel, Simon opened his eyes and lookedaround.
“Simon, how are you feeling? It’s beendays.”
Simon took a deep breath. “Have I beenasleep?”
“Unconscious. You have scarlet fever.” John reached over and put his hand on Simon’s forehead. He was hugely relieved. It seemed the fever had broken. “Oh, Simon, you seem better. What do you need? What can I getyou?”
“Water. I need water. I’m sothirsty.”
“Of course.” John dashed to the dresser where there was a pitcher of water, poured a glass and took it to Simon. “There you go, little brother. Drinkup.”
Simon took the glass and gulped it down as fast as he could. “Moreplease.”
John poured anotherglass.
“I must fetch the doctor. He wanted to know when the feverbroke.”
“Don’t be gone long.Please.”
When John returned with the doctor, Simon has scooted into a sitting position, and the color was returning to hisface.
“Well, well, look who’s sitting. Here, let me take a look at you.” The Doctor examined Simon. “Better. Better. Much better. I think the worst has passed. But you’re going to need some significant time to recuperate, youngman.”
“I’ll take care of that,” John said, almost giddy with relief, and said to Simon, “I’m going to take youhome.”
