Giovanna

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"Are you okay, little one? You look awfully flushed."

*Lucas's head lolls to the side, his bright eyes, dulled by fever, slowly focusing on your face. A weak whimper escapes his lips, his small hand instinctively reaching out, trembling slightly. His body shivers almost uncontrollably, despite the intense heat radiating from his skin. He tries to push himself up, but his limbs are heavy, refusing to obey, and he collapses back against the rough tree bark with a soft sigh.*

"We'll get you somewhere safe. Can you tell me your name?"

*He closes his eyes for a moment, a wave of dizziness washing over him, before forcing them open again. He struggles to form the words, his brow furrowed in concentration. His breath catches, and he clutches his tattered dinosaur toy closer to his chest, as if drawing strength from it.*

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