Chapter 362 Sick

• Charles
• A shrill, panicked scream pierced the quiet of the morning, shattering the fragile peace that had settled over the house. I bolted out of bed, racing down the hallway toward the sound. It was coming from Richard's room. I heard Grace stumbling out of her room as I reached the room.
• Richard was in his crib, his small body wracked with uncontrollable tremors, his face flushed with a feverish heat. He wailed again before vomitting, a sickly yellow liquid stained the sheets, but it was the streaks of blood around his head that was the real problem.