Chapter-15: Antonio and Fever

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My throat was aching badly. And my body was burning with fever.

I was always careful about this.

When I was four my mother made cinnamon rolls and that was the first time I had eaten cinnamon or maybe last time. Then I had a throat ache and high fever. That was the first and last time I had cinnamon.

And now this day.

I groaned.

I was lying on the couch and Isabel was beside me placing the cold and wet washcloth on my forehead.

"Ciao. Antonio? Where are you? Come here." she said frantically to her son on the phone.

"Annabelle, Call doctor." she ordered someone.

"Mama?" I heard Antonio calling to her mother.

He came closer.

"Mama What's- Maria? What happened..?"He asked, frowning with concerned eyes. As he came closer and lowered down to touch my forehead.

I just looked at him with sleepy eyes.

I was just feeling tired now.

I heard Isabel explaining the whole ordeal.

Antonio cursed.

"Did you call Dr.Rocilli?''He asked in a hard voice.

"Si "she said and brushed hair from my forehead.

He picked me up in bridal style. I groaned again, that came out raspy. I laid my head on his shoulder. He walked to the room in which I was staying and placed me in the middle of a humongous bed.

"Can't stay away from trouble, can you?" he said and chuckled.

"Your name should be Trouble." he added as he shook his head.

I rolled my eyes at him and got comfortable in the bed and snuggled my head in the pillow.

"Uh-Uh not yet. Doc's coming then you can sleep." he said, poking my forehead repeatedly.

Seriously!!! Poking?

There was a knock on the door then entered Isabella and a man in late forties. His copper colored hair was short in length and he had brown eyes. He smiled at me and started doing his work. He put a thermometer in my mouth. Then started asking about what happened from Antonio.

After some time he took the thermometer out and wrote the readings.

"Does your throat ache?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

"Open your mouth."he ordered with a torch in his hand.

I opened my mouth, wondering how everyone here knows the perfect English, even that little kid knew. How?

He looked into it with a flashlight.

Not that he would find any gold in my throat. Oh me and my feverish brain.


"Are you allergic to any medicine?" he asked.

I shook my head. I was done. I just want to sleep. I just closed my eyes. I didn't like this feeling at all, this fever and achy body? Obviously no one liked it but it felt like my brain was buzzing and dizzy and woozy at the same time, adding my achy throat and tired limbs to it. Nuh-uh, not a really good combination was it now? I was kind of half asleep, when I heard Antonio saying something to me.

"Come on caro time for medicines." he said.

He slipped his arm under my shoulder and gently pulled me towards him into a sitting position. I was leaning into him and his scent surrounded me in an instant. Citrus and woodsy. Wish I could stay in this position forever.

"Open your mouth." he ordered. I obeyed him and he placed a tablet on my tongue and then a glass of water was placed on my lips. After that he placed me gently on the bed and tucked me in the blankets.

"Thank you." I whispered.

I was now relaxed. The pain was gone.

I felt a soft lips peck my forehead before cold cloth was placed on it. Or maybe that was a fragment of imagination of my feverish brain or whatever. I just wanted to sleep.


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