Third Person POV
The following day came with even more sad news. Before dawn, Nick and Chris had developed similar symptoms to Donovan's illness, their breathing shallow and rapid. Word had been sent to their parents already, and they came as soon as they could.
The sharp smell of antiseptic filled the room, mingling with the loud beeping of the heart monitors. The tension was suffocating.
Donovan, Nick, and Chris lay side by side in hospital beds, their faces pale. Wires ran from their bodies to various monitors.
Daisy sat near the foot of Nicholas’s bed, hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her heart was beating a frantic rhythm in her chest. This wasn’t normal. None of this was normal.
Yesterday, it had only been Donovan's sudden fever and the way his body seemed to give
