“Well, lots of people have the problem and live long lives. I think he is going to be weak for a while though.”
Lovi pulled the apron to her face. The doctor watched her body give a few shudders, as she whimpered softly. She then wiped her eyes with her apron, stood up, and running her hands down her dress, straightened it.
“I’ll keep feeding them broth over the next few days,” she said.
“That will be ok, especially for William,” the doctor said, placing his hand upon hers. “As for James, I just don’t think he’s going to even be able to swallow much. Feed him, but if he begins to choke, you’ll need to accept that you’ve done all you can. Just keep him comfortable. Maybe a wet cloth on his lips at times.”
Lovi just nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. The doctor patted her han
