Pity The Child

Adam frowned and looked over at Sammy.

Monte shivered softly.

Adam looked back at Monte and gently pulled him into a hug.

Monte curled close. "Cold," he mumbled

Adam hugged Monte closer, gently stroking his hair.

Monte slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Adam through a fevered haze.

"Are you okay?" Adam asked softly.

Monte shook his head. "Don't feel good daddy." he said hoarsely.

Adam swore under his breath as he heard Monte's voice, looking worried. "How...how don't you feel good?" He asked.

"I'm cold," Monte whined, rubbing his neck when he coughed. "and it hurts."

Adam groaned, carefully moving with Monte back to where he'd been sitting before and pressed the call button, holding Monte close.

"Cold daddy," Monte whined. "Don't like it...."

"It's ok..." Adam said, hugging Monte tight, frowning.

Monte whined when he saw Kiara come in, burrowing closer to Adam. "Daddy.....no..."

"What?" Adam asked. "You need a doctor to look at you Monte..."

Monte shook his head. "Don't wanna."

"Monte please, you need to..." Adam frowned.

Monte stubbornly shook his head. "No."

"Why not?" Adam asked.

"Cause I don't wanna," said Monte.

"Why Monte?" Adam asked, looking more concerned.

"Cause," said said Monte.

"Monte. Why?" Adam asked, sounding slightly irritated.

Monte moved from Adam's lap to curl back up on the bed. "Leave me 'lone....."

"Monte...?" Adam asked, after taking a breath to calm down. "What is it?" He asked softly, reaching out to touch him.