It Get’s Worse
The tale-tell burning rash fell on Matilda’s skin with a vengeance. The pain in her stomach grew, and she couldn’t taste the food she was trying to force down her throat.
“Mom?” Bret looked at her with raised brows. “You alright?” he ran a hand against her forehead and said, “You’re burning up, mom.” “I’m fine,” Matilda said. The pain was getting worse, and blemishes had turned her skin red. “I need to lie down.”