“He’ll be fine.”
She hurried off and returned with a towel, which I wrapped around Tony’s waist and legs before wrapping a blanket around him and picking him up.
“What are you going to do?” Jackson asked, his eyes full of worry.
“Sit with him.”
I carried him to our bedroom. Jackson and Amelia followed, looking scared.
“It’s okay, y’all,” I said, propping myself up in bed with Tony on my lap, holding him like a baby. “I’ll just sit with him until he feels better. You can go back to sleep.”
“Are you sure?” Amelia asked.
“Why don’t you get one of his teddies for him? Maybe it will help him come around.”
Wordless, she obeyed, returning with the new plush one we’d bought for Tony after our first visit. I brushed the soft fur against Tony’s hand. As if sensing the presence of his bear, he reached out, feeling for it but refusing to open his eyes to look for it. I put it in his arms, and he hugged it tightly, burying his face against the beige-colored fur.