Drake walked back into the ICU and back to where Gosalyn was resting. It appeared that Janet had left him a note. The note said:
While you were out, Gosalyn's temperature went down a little. Hopefully it'll go back down to normal so we can send her home
Drake sighed and looked at his daughter. Still, what the nurse said didn't satisfy him. Gosalyn should be at home playing with him or something. But that unknown illness had to come along. Drake took a seat next to Gosalyn. Gently he stroked her hair. "Don't you worry, honey. We'll get out of this. We have before" he said softly. The only answer from Gosalyn was steady breathing. Janet came back in to give Gosalyn a third helping of medicine.
"Mr. Mallard would you like anything?" she asked.
"No thanks. I'm not really hungry. I'm too worried about Gos" Drake said.
"You love her that much, don't you?" asked Janet.
"With all my heart. I don't know what I'd do without her" Drake answered.
"Well, hopefully we can get her temperature back down. It's been cooperating with us so far" said Janet.
Drake sighed. "Did you find out why she's so sick yet?" he asked.
"No, but hopefully, we'll find out soon" said Janet. Then she left the room. Drake looked at his sleeping daughter. Yeah, I hope so he thought.
Nightfall fell over the city and the citizens were getting ready for bed. While Drake was still sitting in the ICU with his daughter. He felt like she was dying right in front of him. She hasn't awoke at all today. But the most important thing was she was breathing. Drake stroked her hair and began singing her his lullaby, just to keep her relaxed:
Rest your head, little girl blue, come paint your dreams on your pillow. I'll be near, to chase away fear, so sleep now and dream till tomorrow. I'll be near, to chase away fear, so sleep now and dream till tomorrow.