December 11th, 2033
I made it back to the cabin early this morning, and not a moment too soon. Caleb was burning up, the infection that had taken hold of his body had raged on overnight and his breathing had shallowed considerably. He paled a ghostly white, and if the truth be told, at first glance, I thought he was dead.
Among the medicines I found in the homes above the lake were a bottle of thirty pills, – 500mgs each of Ampicillin and worth their weight in gold. As long as we could get Caleb to swallow the pills, we had a fighting chance of getting his fever under control.
But, how was I going to get an unconscious kid to swallow a rather sizable pill? It turns out I needn’t worry, Rachel had it all worked out. She lifted her brother off the bed towards her and placed the pill in his mouth and followed it with a splash of warm water. Rather than spit out the pill, Caleb swallowed the dose easily.
Sighs of relief filled the room. And from here on out, all we can do was keep him warm, dry and comfortable.
Check, check, and check.