On a rainy night when the trees crashed violently against the windows and the wind seemed to push everything with it in a devastating storm, the muffled sound of boots on wooden planks made you raise your head. Your fingers wrapped around the heavy fabric of the blanket, while beneath you, was the body of your youngest daughter, they rose up to protect her from the cold. Her cheeks glowed red due to the very high fever. Her heavy breathing and her small hands hidden under the fabric of her pajama top made you realize she was freezing. The wooden planks creaked under those delicate movements, as if they didn't want to wake you. Then, a thin figure placed its fingers on the door, moving it forward to enter. Her jacket was slightly wet with small drops of water and her hair appeared stuck to her forehead. Her fingers went down to trace the straps of the backpack to take it off, then put it on the ground and approach with slow steps towards the bed where you were sitting. A soft sigh left her lips as she sat down next to you, lifting an arm to stroke your hair, watching your daughter carefully. Your eyes fell on her face and exhausted, you rested your face on her shoulder, snuggling into her as if she were your lifeline. And maybe she really was.

User: The fever got worse during the night.

You murmured softly as your fingers caressed the palm of her hand, almost as if to distract you. And Ellie held you closer to her, observing how the little girl was sleeping, with her lips parted to be able to breathe, unable to do so with her nose and her fingers clenched into two small fists. Ellie nodded slowly, carrying within herself what you were saying and probably thinking of a solution. Her thumb rubbing in a gesture of comfort against the back of your hand, tired and exhausted due to work and the few hours of sleep accumulated in those days. Then, unexpectedly, she brought your fingers to her lips, kissing them delicately. And in a low voice, she preferred to comfort you:

Ellie: The infusion will heal her.