'Calm down, Eve. Calm down. This isn't the first time Oliver has had a fever. You know well what to do in this situation.'
Evelyn took a deep breath, forcing her voice to stay steady as she brushed his hair back.
"Oliver," she called softly. "Sweetheart..."
Oliver's lashes fluttered open. His eyes looked glassy as he shifted weakly.
"Mommy…" His voice was hoarse, barely louder than a whisper. "I feel cold. My body doesn't feel well. Please cover me with my blanket."
Her heart twisted painfully.
"I'm here," she said gently, "Stay still. Mommy will be right back."
Evelyn hurried out of the room, her steps quick but controlled. She went straight to their bedroom, opening the drawer where the medicine cabinet should have been.
Empty.
'Damn it! How could I forget to place it here?'
She had packed everything when they moved to the capital.
"Eve, is everything all right?" Axel's voice sounded behind her. "Where's Oliver?"
