Silas's POV
My minor cold was making me feel so weak. This had never happened to me before.
For a moment, I even wondered—am I infected? But when I took the test, the results confirmed that none of us were infected.
Just then, the four of them went out to talk with the doctors since they had been called.
I remained in the ward, sitting on the bed with Velric on my lap. Some doctors approached me.
"We need to draw some blood from this kid too. We can't exclude him, even if he's just a child."
"Okay," I agreed.
I was worried about Velric too. He was silently sitting on my lap, but the moment the doctors came closer to take his blood, he tensed up.
He was still a child, so it was understandable that he was scared. I gently cupped his cheek.
"Velric, look at me. Tell me, do you like chocolates? Or ice cream?"
"Mumma… I like both," he answered softly, his eyes meeting mine.