Sam woke up out of a dead sleep due to some odd sounds being made. Looking around the room and trying to find what had awoke her, Sam noticed that these strange noises were coming from down the hall. Still drowsy from the lack of sleep, it took her a second to realize that the faint noises she was hearing were coming from her son, Danny's room. Quickly crawling out of bed and rushing towards her boy in order to find out what had upset him, thinking he'd probably woken up from a bad dreaming. As Sam open the door and rushed in, she was greeted to an image of a tiny boy curled up into a ball crying his eyes.
"Oh Danny baby, what's wrong," Sam questioned as she knelt down bedside him in bed. Looking around the room for anything that might have scared him.
"Momma, I sick," Danny cried throwing his arms around his mother and resting his head against her shoulder.
Gently touching his forehead, Sam silently swore in her head, "crap he's burning up". Thinking that her son might have caught the flu bug while in preschool, Sam got up to go get some medicine when something caught her eye. Right there on his forearm were tiny little red bumps. At that moment Sam's world stood still and fear began to grip her heart. "Please dear lord, don't let that be what it think it is." Grapping his arm Sam inspect the bump closer, "Baby how long have you, had these bumps?"
"Few days momma," he answered.
"Okay sweetheart. How about you and I go take a little rid to the hospital and see if we can get you better?" Not even bothering to change their clothes, Sam grabbed her shoes and helped to put Danny's on before getting him settle in his booster seat and heading out.
