Benny moaned softly and tossed in the bed.
�Sssh, it�s okay,� a soothing voice said. A cold washcloth was placed on his forehead. �Does that feel better?� Ray smiled gently down at him.
Benny nodded. �I�m sorry to be such a baby,� he said.
�You are not a baby, Benny.� Ray ran the back of his hand over Benny�s cheek, then smoothed back his hair. �You�re just not used to being sick.�
�Thank you for taking care of me, Ray.�
�That�s my lot in life, Benny. Taking care of children and stray animals and Mounties.�
�Mounties?�
�Well, just one Mountie.�
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