Dr. Hanson's hand rested on Nocturne's wrist, taking his pulse with the focused attention of a seasoned physician while the other hand stroked his beard thoughtfully.
After a prolonged examination, he finally spoke, "The boy will need to stay with me for at least six months before we see any significant improvement."
Agnes had come prepared for a long haul. If six months could bring about positive change, she would be eternally grateful.
"I'm afraid I'm fresh out of spare rooms," Dr. Hanson said. "The boy will have to share a room with Esther. Ms. Pritchard, now that you've brought the boy over, make yourself at home. We'll start his treatment first thing tomorrow."
Agnes replied, "Would it be possible for me to stay tonight? I must leave in the morning, and it's unlikely I'll be able to visit often. I'm entrusting my son to you, Dr. Hanson."
Dr. Hanson consented.
Agnes settled Nocturne into his new room, which actually belonged to Esther. The room had one bed, but it was sufficiently large to accommodate both children comfortably.
"Don't worry, ma'am," Esther reassured her. "I'll take good care of your son."
Agnes smiled with gratitude. "Thank you, Esther."
That night, as both children slept, Agnes sat by the bed, gazing at Nocturne's peaceful face. She knew she would miss him terribly.
In the silence of the night, Agnes wished time would slow its relentless march.
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