Colt is sick

[Scene: Colt's bedroom. He lies in bed, visibly weak and feverish. Mark and Clarissa sit beside him.]

A few days ago, I summarized that whatever I imagine on a molecular and atomic scale will happen.

Magic is truly powerful and that realization came just in time…

Because now, I'm struck by a disease that has low chances of survival… or so my parents think.

It's nothing more than a fever I can easily treat by making antibiotics using the molecules in the air the same way I made glucose before.

[sarcasm]

But my dear parents don't know that, and I'm not planning to tell them.

It would be suspicious if I heal fast especially because I am only 3.5.

So I let the infection progress and let the symptoms show while actually making sure it is not fatal.

But…

Clarissa: [Gently caressing Colt's forehead]: "Oh, my dear, you're burning up. It breaks my heart to see you like this."

Mark: [Worry evident in his voice] "We've been up all night, trying to bring your fever down. Is there anything we can do, my child?"

Colt : [Weakly, without much emotion] : "It's okay, Mom and Dad. I'll be fine."

Clarissa: [With concern] : "But we can't just sit here and watch you suffer. We're your parents, and it's our duty to take care of you."

Mark: [Nodding] : "That's right, son. We'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better."

Colt : [Looking at them, showing a hint of appreciation] : "Thank you, Mom and Dad. I know you're doing your best."

[sarcasm]

They've been like this for 2 days straight. I think I'm starting to feel bad, if that is the right description . GET SOME REST ALREADY.

Out of nowhere Mark stopped going to "work" and the reason was a shocker.

I pretend to be asleep most of the time to gather intel and it works like a charm.

Clarissa: [With concern and wonder] : "Are you not going to work, dear?"

Mark:[while reaching for his pocket]: "No, not today."

Clarissa: "But, who will guard the gate of the mansion?"

[flash back]

Mark:[with plenty of gratitude] : "The domain lord saw me yesterday, he asked why I looked concerned and insisted on getting an answer. When I told him about Colt he said."

Old domain lord:[old man, white hair, blue eyes, in a kind voice while reaching for his pocket] "Ah, is that so ..*Gives Mark a money pouch *Take this and don't come back until your family is well."

Mark[visibly surprised and confused] : "But sir what about-"

Old domain lord [ in a bit of a sharp tone] : "

Doesn't matter, your family takes priority, now, go."

Mark [with plenty of gratitude] : "Thank you sir, thank you."

[The black background is shown, mere flickers and sparks of an orange flame ignite]

As I laid there and heard this.. one thought came to mind …"maybe there is hope for this world" .

And for the first time in ages I genuinely smiled.