"They are," the woman hums in agreement, running her hand gently over her son's fevered head. Even with his deprived senses Sam can feel the cool of her skin, pressing through the cloudy heat and offering brief clarity.
"Tell me what's happened, Samuel," she murmurs sweetly, her voice sing-song and soothing. "Let Mother help you, sweet boy."
"Tell me what's happened, Samuel," she murmurs sweetly, her voice sing-song and soothing. "Let Mother help you, sweet boy."