Innocentata Medicalos: I'm thirsty
As days go by, Jenny wasn't getting better actually she was getting worse. A fever came on the third night and wouldn't break for two days. And the hearing was in the morning. Sleep wasn't easy at all. Fortunately when not having the fever she still could hold down liquid diets but it was still difficult and it was clear liquid diet. If she was in another time, she would have probably been thought of as bulimic or anorexia nervosa but in this case everything's physical not emotional.
The night before the hearing Jenny couldn't sleep. Mostly because of the pain. She actually walked down to the kitchen to get a drink of water but daddy was down there reading a newspaper on the couch. "Are you ok, hun?"
"I'm really, really thirsty." Jenny started running to the kitchen. While trying to get a glass, her hand slipped and the glasses broke on the floor, and she was still trying to get water.
Daddy ran in to see her holding her hand in the sink drinking water out of her cupped hand with glass broken on floor. As daddy started getting things to clean up all he could think of ?this is how bad it's going to get.?
Daddy cleaned the room worriedly looking at Jenny who kept drinking out of the sink. This was really getting bad and Daddy just didn't know what to do. When Jenny finally stopped drinking water like that, Daddy got a cup filled it with water and took Jenny to the family room. "No dad; no spanking please. I'm sorry I broke the glass."
"Hush Hun. I'm not going to spank you." Daddy handed her the cup of water. "I'm just really worried about you." Daddy sat down on the couch and put her in his lap and hugged her. Jenny calmed down in his arms and drank her water. Daddy put his hand on her forehead and moved her wet hair back. Seemed she was sweating a lot. "Jenny why don't we just try out the cure."
"No."
"Jenny look at you it's better off."
"Even if I'm willing and that's not saying I'm willing. I'd have to get to the end point of the disease before I rejuve."
"Why?" Dad asked confused.
"I'd rather die a 7-year-old then a six-year-old. There's a difference in how old I'll be."
Daddy just cuddled her till she fell asleep in his arms. He was still worried about her but just didn't know what to do. And the hearing is tomorrow. He rocked her back and forth.
