Daniel was still in bad shape the next morning - he looked pale, and I suspected the wound on his abdomen was beginning to get infected.
I wanted to help him, because he clearly wasn't going to go to the hospital, but there were no first aid supplies in the bedroom or the bathroom, and I didn't want to go downstairs when I was fairly sure his brother was still down there.
I shook him lightly to wake him up and realized it was one of the first times he had still been sleeping when I woke up.
He groaned, and when I pressed my hand to his chest, I felt that he was searing hot.
"Daniel."
I said his name softly, and when he didn't respond, I said it again rather more sternly.
"I'm tired, Marlene."
His voice was faint, and my chest tightened.
"Daniel, if you don't get up, I am going to h
