Alex is sick....not a lot, just a little. I was really proud of myself for not calling up the doc immediately. We'll wait it out and see if his body can fight this off by itself.
As I'm getting Alex some water for his meds and Eric is getting him to bed, I think to myself, "I need to tell him to text me if he needs anything in the middle of the night" then it hit me - that's exactly what I said to Ian, every night. One of the last 'middle of the night' texts I got from Ian was simply the word 'help'.
Now Alex is sleeping in Ian's bed (because it's bigger and better than the old one Alex had) and Alex is sleeping in Ian's old room (because it's a bigger room). Once again, I find myself with a young man, fighting an infection, in the same room, in the same bed......waiting to see if he'll need me in the middle of the night. And if he does, I'll come running; just like I did with Ian.
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