As they hurried to the hospital, Daniel's condition seemed worse than expected. The young boy battled a high fever, his words jumbled in delirium. Though he spoke, his words made little sense.

Leonel tended to Daniel personally, with Evelyn lending a hand.

Perched on the edge of the ward, Alexis watched Daniel's flushed face, a pang of sympathy washing over her. Daniel had always been healthy.

How could he suddenly fall ill?

"The doctor says he's got a cold,"