One by one, the doctors flipped through the reports. The deeper they read, the more their brows furrowed. Tension filled the room like a tightening thread. Addison, watching their reactions closely, felt her chest constrict. Her hands curled tightly in her lap, and at last, she couldn't hold back her growing dread.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice a mix of fear and hope. "Did you find out what caused their fever?"
The doctor who had been documenting everything looked up at Addison, letting out a heavy sigh before shaking his head.
"Unfortunately… no," he said, handing her a copy of the test results before beginning his explanation.
"We ran multiple tests using their blood. There's no sign of an allergic reaction to anything they ate during dinner, and all other indicators appear normal. Based on everything we found… the conclusion is that the children are experiencing a common cold."
