April was just behind him, brushing his hair back from his face with cool fingers which then turned automatically to feel for a fever, although she was rewarded with none.
Standing, she pulled a washcloth from the cabinet and damped it in the sink, wringing the excess water from it before she kneeled again, carefully wiping his brow.
"Here, Raph. Raph, hold this, baby." She pressed the cloth into his hand. "We need to get you out of this shirt. The smell can't be helping any." She moved to pull up gently on the hem of his t-shirt, not stopping for argument nor caring for whether she got any vomit on herself.
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Date: 2005-06-21 10:21 pm (UTC)Standing, she pulled a washcloth from the cabinet and damped it in the sink, wringing the excess water from it before she kneeled again, carefully wiping his brow.
"Here, Raph. Raph, hold this, baby." She pressed the cloth into his hand. "We need to get you out of this shirt. The smell can't be helping any." She moved to pull up gently on the hem of his t-shirt, not stopping for argument nor caring for whether she got any vomit on herself.