Evelyn rushed to Gwyn's bedside. She stared at her Little girl. Gwyn's face was flushed, and a scalp IV was taped to her head. Evelyn took her tiny hand and put it to her lips.

“My poor baby girl."

Gwyn was in good health and almost never got sick. The sudden fever was probably due to running around the manor grounds last night.

It was a Little cold then, and she probably got sick. If the adults had bundled her up, this might not be happening.

“Don't worry. They've given her antipyretics. She's okay now,"

Sheffield said, comforting her.

Gwyn shook her head and replied gently, “I'm...okay."

Tears welled up in Evelyn's eyes. She smiled, “Little one, you're so brave. You'll get better soon, okay?"

Sheffield put in, “She's only supposed to stay the night. She'll be home tomorrow."

“Cool! Daddy and Mommy will stay with you tonight," Evelyn said.

“Okay," Gwyn said weakly.

After Gwyn had fallen asleep again, Evelyn whispered to Sheffield, “Do

Dad and Mom know?"

"Yes. They came by for a visit. Now they're home, preparing dinner for us.

“Okay.”

Before long, Carlos and Debbie came back, bearing dinner for the tiny patient and her parents.

Carlos had asked a housemaid to prepare something that would go down easy. Gwyn had no appetite, and needed something in her tummy. But

Sheffield could only get her to eat a little, despite his prompting.

After dinner, Peterson came to the hospital with Lea and Nastas to visit Gwyn.

Since Sheffield's marriage to Evelyn, Peterson was nice to everyone.

Especially Gwyn. Even Sheffield didn't expect him to be so amiable.

As soon as the old man saw Gwyn, he took her in his arms carefully and asked in a caring voice, "Hi, Gwyn, it's Grandpa. Feeling better?"

Gwyn nodded her head.

"Yeah, Papa. No ouch." The IV was a little uncomfortable when she moved her head, but she was right otherwise.

“That's good."