Miss. Robinson's POV-
After Nate fall back asleep I quietly walked down stairs. A few hours later I hear Nate coughing and breathing very rapidly. Right as I open the door to his bedroom he started vomiting. After five minutes of vomiting I took his temperature. His fever had gone up to 104. I knew at this point I would have to take him to the hospital. Once we got checked in the doctors asked what his symptoms were? I quickly when over them.
Fever,Coughing,Very hard and fast breathing ,Vomiting ,And the light gray color in his lips and fingernails
The doctor were worried. Those were signs of pneumonia. They quickly put an oxygen mask on him and started an IV in him right arm with medicine that would make him drowsy so they could run some tests on him. I sat waiting anxiously in the waiting room. An hour and a half later the doctor came and told me that the tests came back positive. Nate would have to stay in the hospital for at least a week.
He gave me Nate room number 620. I called Brown Cessario and told him what was going on. He said he would tell the other boys and to keep them updated. I told him I would call him in a few days when Nate can handle visitors. I noticed that Nate began to stir in his sleep. I knew it was because he was having another nightmare.
Three year old Nate watched from his bedroom window as his mothers car backed out of the driveway off to run some errands. As soon as her car was out of sight in fear he heard his father coming up stairs. He quickly crawled under his bed hoping that if his dad didn't see him he won't hurt him. Unfortunately his hope ended as he felt his father grab him by his ankles and drag his out from under his bed. Nate tried to hold back tears as he felt a belt being slapped on his back, but failed miserably. He knew that crying only made is dad angry and the beating would get worse. His father grabbed the back of his neck and drugged him into the hallway. Nate felt himself being lifted up and opened his eyes to see that he was about to be thrown down the stairs. He quickly closed his eyes again as he felt himself being thrown in the air. He quickly landed on the living room floor. A loud crack echoed through the house. As pain began to shot through his arm Nate fell into darkness.
Nate's eyes shot open and he began to look fearfully around the room. Calming down when he saw only me. I gently began to stroke his hair. Trying to calm him down. After a few minutes he was starting to breathe evenly. I looked and saw he went back to sleep. I continued the stroke his hair knowing that it helped calm him down. I wish I could take away his pain from the past, but I knew I couldn't. All I could do was try to help him get through it.