They continued to bathe him with the cool rag and place ice chips in his mouth, and once an hour Annie took his blood pressure and temperature—recording the numbers on her pad each time. At four a.m., as she began to worry they would have to send one of the men in the buggy for a driver, send Daniel to the hospital with the Englischers, he began to sweat heavily. Martha stirred from her place beside him in the bed, wiped the sweat from her son’s face. “It’s gut, ya?” “It’s very gut.” Annie squeezed Martha’s hand, then hurried to the kitchen for more fresh water. She was refilling the basin when she heard Daniel begin to cry. “Everything is fine, boppli. You’ve been very sick, but now everything is fine.” It was the first time Annie had seen Daniel’s eyes open. Though they were still sunken and tired, their color was a warm golden brown, much like Joshua’s. Then the boy said words that caused Martha’s tears to spill over. “Mamm, I’m hungry.” She pulled him to her and rocked him and laughed and cried at the same time.
