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febobeThe Epilogue!
EPILOGUE
"More, Mamma, more!"
"That's enough for now, sweetheart. You may have more soon."
But Primula could hardly help smiling as she watched her son's face fall. . .it was so good to hear him begging for food again, to hear his little voice fussing for treats! Two days had passed with no vomiting or diarrhea, and his temperature had fallen steadily, aided by frequent sponge-baths from Mamma. Her first efforts at trying him with broth and beef-tea had gone well enough, and her experiments now with dry toast and plain roast chicken seemed successful as well: Frodo still seemed to be keeping everything where it belonged.
Of course, it might have helped that she was keeping the feedings quite small and spaced at two-hour intervals rather than the usual larger six or seven daily meals to which Frodo was accustomed. But better safe than sorry.
"Mamma, stay with me?"
"Of course, sweetheart." Pushing Frodo's tray aside, Primula gathered him into her lap and cuddled him close. "You're going to be just fine. And Mamma will always be here to keep you safe."
"Love you, Mamma." Frodo snuggled against her, burying his face against her tightly.
"Love you too, poppet. Forever and ever."
-the end-
EPILOGUE
"More, Mamma, more!"
"That's enough for now, sweetheart. You may have more soon."
But Primula could hardly help smiling as she watched her son's face fall. . .it was so good to hear him begging for food again, to hear his little voice fussing for treats! Two days had passed with no vomiting or diarrhea, and his temperature had fallen steadily, aided by frequent sponge-baths from Mamma. Her first efforts at trying him with broth and beef-tea had gone well enough, and her experiments now with dry toast and plain roast chicken seemed successful as well: Frodo still seemed to be keeping everything where it belonged.
Of course, it might have helped that she was keeping the feedings quite small and spaced at two-hour intervals rather than the usual larger six or seven daily meals to which Frodo was accustomed. But better safe than sorry.
"Mamma, stay with me?"
"Of course, sweetheart." Pushing Frodo's tray aside, Primula gathered him into her lap and cuddled him close. "You're going to be just fine. And Mamma will always be here to keep you safe."
"Love you, Mamma." Frodo snuggled against her, burying his face against her tightly.
"Love you too, poppet. Forever and ever."
-the end-
