May plants her feet on the ground and lifts tiny fists in the air as if she's just conquered a boxing circuit. "I! AM! BETTER!"
She immediately sneezes.
Four times.
The third and fourth one are so violent she almost knocks herself over.
And then she wobbles, dizzy, and Lucas catches her.
"Easy there, May." He says, helping her sit back down. "You're still sick. You have to be careful."
May sniffles and rubs her eyes. "Okay..." She says. "But I am better!"
She is.
Not completely, but the fever's gone.
And that's a good sign.
It doesn't mean she's in the clear. It's still possible she'll get worse, but...
I think that's unlikely.
I think that we've made it past the worst.
The chance that it's anything more insidious like pneumonia is pretty slim.
"You're definitely doing better." I hum, smiling. "But you still need to take it easy and rest."
May nods, sniffling. "Okay." She says, rubbing her eyes again. "I'm sleepy..."
