Eyes fluttering open and closed, like his eyelids are too heavy to keep open for long, he turns his head toward me. He stares at me for a long moment before I feel his fingers tighten weakly on mine. My relief is so palpable, I could cry. Indulgently, I reach my free hand up and brush it across his hair. He feels warm, which I hope is because of the extra blanket and not because his fever is coming back.
