Sammy is sick today. He'd been eating snacks for the past few days without washing his hands and rubbing his hands all over the tables, beds, and then rolling on the floor. He also sucked on the plastic toys that populate 60% of his cot. Yesterday afternoon, he started vomiting profusely.
Today, he's all grey and sad, lying in bed with a cannula and IV fluids. His gaze is tired and his mouth pressed in a thin, unhappy line.
I watch him from outside the isolation cubicle. Today's not a play day.
(Also, Sammy's toys are now inside a disinfection machine for cleaning. It's quite funny sitting in the clinical room and turning around to see a disinfecting box full of plastic fruits and animals being steamed.)
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