Posted on May 18, 2009 at 7:15am
I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, I heard groaning from our bedroom. I rose, listening through the door before I opened it slowly. A glance at the alarm clock showed me that it was nearly four in the morning. My husband was laying on the bed, thrashing in his fever, face pale.
I pressed my hand to his forehead, and felt his skin. He was burning up. As I pulled back, he took a deep rattley breath. I waited for the breath to come out, but nothing happened. I couldn’t… Continue