Benny moaned softly and tossed in the bed.
“Sssh, it’s okay,” a soothing voice said. A cold washcloth was placed on his forehead. “Does that feel better?” Ray smiled gently down at him.
Benny nodded. “I’m sorry to be such a baby,” he said.
“You are not a baby, Benny.” Ray ran the back of his hand over Benny’s cheek, then smoothed back his hair. “You’re just not used to being sick.”
“Thank you for taking care of me, Ray.”
“That’s my lot in life, Benny. Taking care of children and stray animals and Mounties.”
“Mounties?”
“Well, just one Mountie.”
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