In the dimly lit room, a mother sat by her sick child's bedside, gently pressing a kiss to his feverish forehead. "Sweet dreams, my love," she whispered, brushing back his sweat-dampened hair.

The boy stirred slightly, his voice weak as he murmured, "Mommy, will you stay with me?"

"Of course, sweetheart. I'll be right here," she assured him, taking his hand in hers.

As his eyelids grew heavy, he looked up at her with tired eyes. "I don't feel good, Mom."

"I know, but you're going to be okay. Just rest now," she comforted him, her heart aching with worry.

With a final kiss, she watched as he drifted off to sleep, his breathing slowing into a peaceful rhythm. She stayed by his side, whispering soothing words until dawn broke, bringing hope for a new day.

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