23 - Comfort Food-1

(Elara)

I put Evren to bed in the room he chose. The bed felt like a cloud, and I almost fell asleep next to him. He seemed to be alright, but not one hundred percent, and it worried me. A cold didn’t seem like the right explanation; it felt like a blanket statement. Drakon trusted the head doctor, but even he seemed worried.

“Mama?” His voice was thick with sleep.

“Yes?” I kissed his forehead,