Words and Actions

The moment Anthea stepped inside Nevaeh’s room, her heart dropped to her stomach at the sight of her. The poor baby was sleeping on the small single bed, her face pale and red due to the fever. Anthea walked towards her with small steps while clenching her fists tightly on both sides. Rosie, who was initially sitting beside the sleeping Nevaeh, looked up at her with an with an invisible shock on her face. Anthea spared her a small smile in acknowledgement before directly making her way over the bed and then sitting down on the left side of the bed. Neaveh’s small body was half covered in a blue floral-printed duvet.

“Has she eaten anything in the morning?” Anthea asked in a small voice as she placed her hand on Nevaeh’s forehead. Thankfully, she wasn't burning up with fever. Her temperature had cooled down slightly, but there were still traces of fever.

"Yeah, but not much. Rayan was able to feed her a few spoons of soup I had prepared in the morning.” Rosie answered with a sigh, gl