June let out a tiny, shuddering sigh, her head sinking deeper into the curve of my neck.

“Is her temperature going to go any higher?” Ethan whispered, his eyes fixed on June’s face.

“Can a baby have a seizure if the fever stays at 104?”

“If her temperature spikes quickly before we get anti-pyretics into her system, a febrile seizure is a real risk,” I whispered back, watching June’s shallow breathing against my chest.

“That’s why every ten minutes in this waiting room matters.”

The digital clock above the intake window flickered as the time changed to 2:48 AM.