First step... Take him out of those drenched clothes and heating him up, although he was so tired I don't know if he could even walk to the bathroom for a hot shower.

I should just change his clothes and place an electric heater on the room and fill some hot water bags.

"Ok lets take your soaked clothes!" I exclaimed earning a humming sound from him. "Now" I stated

He groaned irritated an effortlessly started to take his coat and unbottle his pants. I walked to the bathroom taking a towel, the electric heater and filling a cup of water that was bear the sink. I placed the heater in front of him and the towel at the end of the bed, while the cup was on his bedside table.

I saw his frustration with his tie making me frustrated. I walked to him and crouched near the grey couch. "Just pull" I explained losening his tie, his eyes slowly catch my face and he didn't move so I proceed unbotting his shirt "Take it" I demanded.

I grabbed the white towel and placed on his head while drying his hair. He took of his shirt with some difficulty and seconds later realized my actions. His head tilted upwards facing me while I kept drying his hair carefully not wanting to hurt him.

His eyes kept wandering around my face, not saying anything he was just wide awake looking at me. His hair was drier now, not fully but was the best I could. I took a glimpse at his face, his wet hair and sloppy face made him look like a lost puppy.

"Go to bed now. Drink some water." I demanded while seeing his clumsy drunk self trying to climb to the bed. I turned the lamp on his bedside table and walked to the door.

"Ok mom" he said quietly covering himself up

"I am going to wash the dishes pretty fast. I'll be back soon" I informed. He shut his eyes ready to sleep so left the bedroom with the door open afraid something would happen and quickly rushed downstairs.

I tried to clean the kitchen the quickest I could. I took aspirin for Blaze's future headache and once I was done I walked upstairs. Everything was quiet, I looked over at the bed and saw a bit of movimention it looked like he was fighting the blanket.

"Blaze? Are you ok?" I questioned not getting any answer. I walked inside the bedroom and moved to his side of the bed having a proper look at his face. He was giving fast and strong breaths while frowning during he sleep. Not to mention he was in a reddish tone.

He simply hummed while struggling in the blankets so I reached him "Blaze are you ok?" I questioned grabbing his face "you're burning!" I commented once my hand landed on his cheek, I checked his head and the heat maintained.

He kept squirming on the bed while frowning. I opened the drawers of the bedside table looking for a thermometer. I grabbed it and got it ready for him to put under his arm whoever he seemed to be fighting something in his sleep. I tried to wake him up, he was a bit conscious finally so I place the thermometer on his mouth. "Close it!" I mentioned while slightly helping close his mouth pressing his jaw.

"You need a sponge bath" I said watching his sick figure. I got up walking to the bathroom taking a small black plastic square bucket and a fluffy beige bath sponge. I filled the bucket with water, not cold or warm just water at a normal temperature and took everything to the bathroom by the time I arrived the thermometer was placed over the bedside table and he was no longer cover by the duvets. I looked at the thermother "103.7°F. We have to get it down" I said looking at him.

His eyes were slightly open, he opened his arms probably reaching for some refreshing air. I pulled over everything on his bedside table to the side to give space to the bucket. I sat down near his pillow and carefully took it from under his head, I placed his head on my lap and took the pillows to the ground giving him more space and hopefully less heat.

His eyes were shut down but he was wake, I knew that because he kept mumbling things to me "I'm fine, go away"

"You are not fine let me give you a sponge bath" I stated

"No, go away" he said trying to get his head off my lap. I grabbed his head with both my hands and make him face me. I looked down at his eyes while his sleepy ones catch mine finally shutting up.

"You're having a sponge bath!" I ordered looking fiercely at him. He seemed to calm down so I proceed to give him the bath. I grabbed the sponge from the bucket filled of water and twisted it taking the excess of water.

His chest was dripping sweat, he had managed to take all of the duvets away from his torso giving me access to his chest making it easier for the sponge bath. With all the cautious I could, I places the sponge near his neck tapping slowly the region. His tired eyes scanned my face while I kept on bathing him.

"Stop looking at me and go get some sleep" I requested

" I can't " he whispered loud enough for me to hear while his eyes roamed around my face

"You can be annoying even sick" I stated with a disapproval face

He gave a weak smile " Why the hell were you out there on the rain? Was your goal to be sick? I it was you succeeded" I said angrily while bathing him

His smile grew while watching it face "I like when you get angry"

"You won't like it when I start beating you" I said while tapping the top of his head with some strength

"Ow. " he flinched while closing his eyes

"I am so sorry" I said with an emotionless face

"You're angry" he said gazing upwards at me once again

"Yes. Because you're an adult that purposely drenched himself on the rain" I stated rather angry now

"You can't be the only one acting childish" he said lowly. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Do you want to bath yourself?" I asked while he nodded a no with his head "then I advise you to shut up"

"Ok" he gave a small smile while I kept tapping the sponge on his chest. His eyes never left my face eventually he ended up falling asleep. I took his head off my lap and back on the pillow. I took the bucket and walked downstairs. I placed the bucket on the sink of the kitchen and roamed around for some medicine to lower the fever. Thankfully I found ibuprofen. Relieved that he was sleeping and more comfortable after the sponge bath I gather the ingredients to make some chicken soup.

My mom taught me to make one of the best chicken soups I have ever eaten the would take around a hour and a half go prepare. It was one of my moms favorite chickens soups, my grandpa had brought that Portuguese recipe with him.Thank you grandpa!

After adding the ingredients I put on medium-high, now I babe to wait around 50 minutes. It gives me enough time to check ok him.

I walked upstairs again, in about 30-40 minutes I have walked this stairs more times than I did in one day. My thoughts vanished when weird sounds came out of the room scaring me.

"No!!" Blaze shouted. I walked in the room quickly reaching his side. His eyes were shut while his body kept moving frantically.

"Blaze? What happened?" I questioned. He didn't answer me, I scowled looking at him questionably

"No! Please, don't!" he shouted again. Was he sleeping?

"Blaze! It's just a dream " I said coming near him he didn't respond yet he started to cry. Worry filled me, my heart started to beat faster, this wasn't included in the contract, Blaze! And it should! Shit. What do I do?

The only rational thought that occurred to me was to calm him down, I gently grabbed his hand and carressed his head but that didn't do much. He kept crying, it started to get worse to the point he was having trouble to breath between his cries, tears rushed down his cheeks forming a steady line of water falling from his face to the pillow.

"C'mon Blaze! Wake up!" I exclaimed loudly while tapping his face, oh please lord what it happening to him. It's like he is on a transe. My heart couldn't bare that sight, it felt tight and suddenly felt difficulty in breathing.

I was seeing him struggle but I couldn't do anything. What if I try to wake him and I only do worse. He is sleeptalking and having a nightmare, maybe I shouldn't wake him roughly, he should enter in shock right? I should've taken some medicine classes. The thought of his family crossed through my mind maybe they would know what to do right? Of course they would. They are doctors. I bet he would prefer to be there , although he has no conscious right now. His weeping got worse, it was like someone was hurting him, taking something out of him. This image of seeing Blaze like this, so helpless, so miserable has never crossed my mind, and now that I've seen it, I hate it.

I want it to stop. But I am no help, I feel miserable, I don't know what do to. 

He needs a doctor! I don't know which doctor he goes to, or he usually sees, someone that knows what is happening to him would be preferably the best. I walked away from the room grabbed my phone and called Dorothy. If I can't do anything I have to search for someone who does.

It was already one in the morning I just hoped she would pick up. Otherwise I would have to search the house up and down for something, since he simply doesn't wake up. After a long wait I finally heard her sweet and sleepy voice-

"Mrs.Eleonora?"

"Oh thank God! Dorothy I need your help!" I exclaimed "Do you know if Blaze as a personal doctor or anything like that?" I asked desperately

" The only doctor I've seen in that house was Dr.Philip" she answer " is everything alright miss? Do you want me to come over?"

"No, No! Please get some rest! Do you know is number?" I asked

"It's on a small notebook near the house phone" she told me. I thanked her quickly walking to the phone and ending the call. The phone was over a white drawer, on the wall was a round mirror, with some plants on the floor. Thanks to me, this hall looked a bit more alive.

I examined the notebook finding the name Dr. Arnold Philip. Bingo. Let's just hope he picks up. It's 1 a.m. So let's just pray this man hears the phone.

The call rang for awhile, I was losing hopes while I kept hearing as a background sound Blaze's misery weeping.

"Mr.Maxwell?" I heard from the other line. It seemed like a weight has lifted from my chest

"Dr.Philip?" I questioned

"Yes? Who is this?"

"I am Eleonora Maxwell! I am sorry to call you so late but I am really hopeless " I commented

"Oh right Mrs.Maxwell married! What may I help you with?" he questioned nicely

"You see. Blaze got home drenched in water, he started to have fever which I taught it was normal-"

"Yes" he assured me

"But after giving him a sponge bath. I went to check on him and he was sleeping and crying."

"Oh no" he commented

My heart tightened " I tried to wake him up but he doesn't !" I exclaimed worridly

"I'm coming there Mrs.Maxwell! 30 minutes and I will be there" the man said quickly ending the call. Oh thank God!

I walked to the room, his louds cry got more intense making me feel unase. I crouched down near the bed held his hand and hoped for the doctor to come quickly.