Chapter 15:
5 hours.
That's how long Bonnie, Michael, Devon and Karr have all been up. The fifth individual of the family refuses to go to sleep. His constant sobbing, whimpering cries have never stopped for more than a second. Nobody knew exactly why the poor infant wouldn't go to sleep. It was all one big surprise for them all.
"You're sure he's fine?" Michael asked for the umpteenth time that night. Karr only sighed frustratedly.
"Yes, I'm sure. I do not have a clue as to why he's acting like this." The eldest said stressfully, pacing back and forth a little bit. A thoughtful look on his face. Bonnie stood in the back ground trying her best to quiet down the noisy little infant.
"He isn't hungry?" Devon offered, standing beside Michael.
"Already tried. He refuses everytime."
The old man shared a look with Michael. Karr looked concerned after witnessing the exchange.
"Why'd you share a look? What's wrong?"
"Now calm down, son. There's no need to get anxious here." Devon said calmly.
"Then what's going on in those heads of yours?" Karr then asked a little calmer.
"We just simply think that maybe Kitt could be...ya know. Sick."
The words hit something inside of Karr. That's probably the whole reason of why they were so hesitant to suggest such a thing. It's not that he didn't suspect it, for he did. Though he hoped beyond hope that it wouldn't be the case. Kitt was his baby now. His charge. He's always promised to protect him at all costs.
But...there's only so much he could physically do to ensure Kitt's protection. And, as much as he hated to admit it, this was something he couldn't shield his baby from. He was helpless.
"Karr? Hey, you ok?" Michael asked him gently, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Mhm." Was all he could mumble back at the time, a blank look in his wine red eyes.