When we all went to bed, he went into the room and closed the window. I think it is obvious that he is ill. He is shivering, pale and walks slowly, as if it hurts to move.

"What's the matter, Skye?"

"I have a headache."

"You'd better go to bed."

"No, I'm fine."

"You go to sleep. I put on my clothes to see you. "

But when I went downstairs, he put on his clothes and sat by the fire. He looks like a 9-year-old boy who is very ill and miserable. When I put my hand on his forehead, I knew he had a fever.

"You go to bed," I said. "You are sick."

"I am fine," he said.

Then the doctor will take the child's temperature.

"How much is it?" I asked him.

"120 degrees."

Downstairs, the doctor left three different colors of medicinal capsules with instructions on them. One is to reduce fever, the other is to purge drugs, and the third is to eliminate the state of acid. He explained that this flu bacteria can only exist in an acidic state. He seems to know the flu like the back of his hand, and says that there is no need to worry if the fever does not exceed 104 degrees. This is a mild and rapidly spreading flu. If you avoid pneumonia, there is no danger.

Back to the room, I recorded the child's temperature and the time to give various capsules.

"Shall I read it to you?"

"okay. If you want to do it, "said the child. His face is very white and there are black spots under his eyes. He lay quietly in bed, but it seemed difficult to sleep.

I read howard pyle's Pirates aloud; But I could see that he wasn't listening to what I was reading.

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

"So far, it's the same," he said.

I sat at the foot of the bed, reading by myself while waiting for the next capsule. It would be natural for him to fall asleep, but when I looked up, he was staring at the foot of the bed with a strange expression.

"Why don't you try to sleep? I'll wake you up when it's time to take the medicine. "

"I'd rather be awake."

After a while, he said to me, "Dad, you don't have to stay here with me if it gets in your way."

"It won't get in my way."

"No, I mean, if it gets in your way, you don't have to stay here."

I think the capsules given to him at 1 1 may make him a little dizzy. It was a bright and cold day, and the ground was covered with a layer of freezing rain, so that it seemed that all the bare trees, wilderness, cut branches and all the grass, and the bare ground glowed because of freezing. I took my young Ellsater dog for a walk along the icy stream on this road, but it was difficult for me to walk on the smooth surface. The red dog fell and slipped unsteadily. I fell twice, which was very heavy. Once I put down my gun, it slipped off the ice.

We raised a flock of quails under a high mud embankment covered with bushes. When they flew off the top of the embankment, I shot two of them. Some quails landed on trees, but most of them were scattered in bushes. Before they could fly, they had to jump on the ice on the bush hill several times. When you staggered out on the ice and bounced in the bushes, they began to jump. I shot two, lost five, and began to recover my happiness, because I found a group of people near the house, and there was still a lot of happiness waiting to be discovered another day.

In the house, they said that the young man refused anyone to enter the room.

"You can't come in," he said. "You don't have to worry about what I did."

I approached him and found that he was still in the same state as when I left him. His face was pale, but his cheeks were red with fever. He stared at the foot of the bed quietly, as if he had already stared.

I took his temperature.

"How much is it?"

"Like 100 degrees," I said. It's 102 degrees, four tenths.

"It's 102 degrees," he said.

"Who said that?"

"Doctor."

"Your temperature is very good," I said. "There is nothing to worry about."

"I'm not annoyed," he said, "but I can't stop thinking."

"Forget it," I said. "Just relax."

"I'm relaxing," he said, looking straight ahead. He is obviously nervous about something.

"this is eaten with water."

"Do you think it will be good?"

"Of course."

I sat down and started reading One Piece, but I could see that he wasn't paying attention, so I stopped.

"When do you think I will die?" He asked.

"What?"

"How long before I die?"

"You won't die. What's wrong with you? "

"Oh, yes, I will. I heard him say 102 degrees. "

"People will not die if they have a fever of 102 degrees. That's a fool's statement. "

"I know they will die. In French school, boys told me that you can't live at 44 degrees. I have reached 102 degrees. "

He has been waiting for death since 9 am.

"You poor skeat," I said. "Poor old Skye. Like kilometers and kilometers. You won't die. That's a different thermometer. 37 degrees is normal in that thermometer. In this case, it is 98 degrees. "

"Are you sure?"

"Of course," I said. "Like kilometers and kilometers. Do you know what it's like to drive 70 kilometers in the car? "

"Oh," he said.

So his eyes staring at the foot of the bed slowly relaxed, and finally he also relaxed, and

Translation-A Day's Waiting