It’s the third day of week one, and he’s managing the fever better than she imagined. He is laughing with his own jokes, demanding attention from her, teasing her, and reading with her. Somehow it helps her so much when he laughs with her. It makes her forget about everything for a while. There was sadness and dread buried deep in her heart, and they would resurface every night when he fall asleep, and then she was left alone – wide awake with her mind and heart, slowly drowning her. 