Nolan
The sound pierces through my dreams like a siren,Ashlynn's cry, sharp and distressed, jolting me awake with my heart already racing. I fumble for the baby monitor, the digital clock on my nightstand reading 2:17 AM.
"Daddy." Her voice is ragged, broken by sobs that stab straight through me.
I'm on my feet before I'm fully conscious, stumbling down the hallway to her room. The nightlight casts just enough glow for me to see her thrashing in her bed, her face contorted with discomfort.
"Hey, princess, I'm here," I say, reaching for her. The moment my hands touch her skin, alarm shoots through me. She's burning up, her small body radiating heat like a furnace.
"It hurts, Daddy," she whimpers, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
I grab the thermometer from her nightstand, my hands shaking as I press it against her forehead. 104.3°F. Panic surges through me like an electric current.