Ivette POV

I gasp as I feel the heat on my sons arm. He feels so hot, and I pull my hand away. I decide to touch his forehead and his whole-body jerks. The fingertips that touched his forehead sting as if I have just been burned from how hot he is.

I quickly rise from the bed and take the stairs as fast as I can. My husband raises his head from where he sits on the couch, and I meet the eyes of the lawyer that took a ride with us here. I had no idea that he was still in the area. “Hello Mr. Edwin” I greet trying to excuse my sudden interruption. “Is there something else that needed to be shared with us about our son?” I ask him.

He exchanges a look with my husband and then clears his throat before answering. “No ma’am. I am just here to see how Michael would want to proceed if they are unable to provide proof” he says flickering his gaze between me and my husband.

“If you are making yourself some tea then would you make two cups for us also?” My husband ask as he interrupts me from questioning the lawyer again. I quickly shut my mouth not finding the interruption odd at all. For our whole marriage Michael has always interceded in a conversation I was having to tell me not to ask more questions. He says that if I know too much about his business dealings that it will only serve to stress me out.

“I am not going to the kitchen to make myself tea. I need to gather a few things to keep Igneous cool. He seems to have developed a terrible fever.” I say as I rush to the freezer to start piling my arms with frozen items. When I go back to the room I should also find a thermometer to take Igneous temperature. If it appears to be too high, I may have to wake him to take Tylenol to try to lower it.

“He has a fever. How hot has he become?” My husband questions me as he rises from the couch. As I look beyond the freezer door I see that the lawyer is watching our exchange with renewed interest.

“I have yet to take his temperature. Although when I touched his skin upstairs he groaned in pain, and it felt as if my fingertips got burned” I tell him as I walk past with my arms full.

I take to the stairs quickly and peek back when I hear other footsteps besides my own. My husband follows closely behind me, and the lawyer is coming up behind him. I shake off the wonder of why the lawyer feels the need to follow and rush into Igneous room. He still lies in the same position I left him in with his arms suspended above his head in the police officers cuffs. I sit all the frozen items on the bed in a rush and notice that his skin still shines with perspiration.

I rush to the bathroom and pause at the mess I find. Items from the cabinets are strewn all over the place. It looks as if Igneous was rummaging around in here earlier and didn’t bother to clean up the mess. I quickly spot the thermometer on the countertop and swipe it from the surface. As I make my way back into the room the lawyer stands in the doorway as my husband leans against the wall tapping his foot impatiently.

I sit back in my place on the edge of the bed beside my son. When I grasp is hot cheek he moans in pain once more. I quickly grasp the other side of his face with my thump and his cracked lips open with a low pop. I shove the thermometer under his tongue and let go of his face so that his mouth closes. As the thermometer stays in place, I lean back counting to twenty so that I can get a proper read of his temperature. At twenty seconds, I pull the thermometer from his mouth and look at the gage. I gasp aloud when it says 109 degrees.

“No it can’t be this high, we need to get him to a hospital. Call 911” I yell at my husband. I dive toward the frozen foods and hurriedly begin surrounding them around Igneous’ body. I open the bag of ice and take one to begin rubbing on his dry lips trying to get water into his system.

Not hearing my husband make the phone call I turn to find him and the lawyer looking back and forth between Igneous and each other. “Why are you just standing there? Do something!” I scream as tears spring to my eyes. How can he just stand there when our son is dying.

“Let me check him, I may know what is wrong with him” the lawyer says stepping forward. Hoping that he can help, I jump up from my position on the bed and rush to the other side to watch. The lawyer takes my seat and opens his briefcase. He rummages through it until he finds one of the biggest needles I have ever seen.

“What are going to do with that?” I question him

“If it’s what I think is wrong with him, then the color of his blood will be the proof that we need to see” he says jabbing the needle into the crook of my sons elbow.

“Just shut up and let him do what he can” My husband commands me. I close my mouth watching the lawyer pull on the plunger of the needle.

I sigh as I see that my sons blood is still red. That has to be a good sign right? As he pulls the needle out of my sons arm he holds it up to the light and pushes his glasses up higher on his nose. As he spins the needle in the evening light, I see that there is a slight shimmer to the blood he took from my son.

The room is so quiet that inside I truly start to panic. Blood isn’t supposed to have a glow like that. I know that something is wrong with my son, and I have no idea why no one is telling me anything.

“What is that? I know that blood isn’t supposed to look like that.” I scream at them needing answers.

“No, you are correct ma’am. His blood is not supposed to look like this” he says with an odd fascination. As I stare at his face I watch as a smile slowly appears that makes my skin begin to crawl.

“It is just as I have thought. Your son is sick with what I thought.” He says rising from the bed as he exchanges a look with my husband. My husband still hasn’t taken his eyes off the syringe.

“Okay, well what do we do to save him, if you know what this is?” I question the lawyer as my irritation grows.

My husband seems to snap out of his focused state and meets my gaze with a new determination. “We would have to make a few phone calls to get the cure. No hospital will be able to help him with this fever. Until we get….umm what he needs here, you must keep an eye on him and try to keep him cool” He commands as he rushes to leave the room. The lawyer quickly follows behind him and once more I am left alone with my son.

I go back to the other side of the bed and begin moving the frozen bags around on his body. I line most of them up near his chest and his face. As I feel the bags it doesn’t escape my attention that most of them are already halfway melted. Soon I will need to go downstairs to grab more. I place a bag on his forehead and grab more ice for his lips. I try to be careful not to touch him because I don’t want to cause him more pain as I had done before.

“I am so sorry Igneous. I should have listened to you when you said that you were going to get sick. Now your fever is too high, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t lose you son. You have no idea how much you mean to me” I cry by his side as I talk to him. I grab another piece of ice to rub on his lips when suddenly a hand covers my mouth.

I fight against it as I scream into it and the hand presses tighter as someone breath lightly blows against my ear. “We are not here to harm you human. We need your son so that we can heal him. If you scream he will never get the care that he needs. I just need you to listen to what I have to say. Nod if you understand to be quiet and listen so that I can release you” The voice whispers

As tears of fear leak down my face. I slowly nod my head knowing that If I make the wrong move my neck could so easily be broken in this position.