"Well, that's not good." Her mom-mode was definitely kicking in right about now, especially when she still couldn't seem to get herself to sit up.

That was one thing they could always count on her with. If there was ever a way for Johnny to pull her away from work, it would be when their child was sick, and if there was one thing Sonya hated to see, it was any child as sick or otherwise unwell.

Sonya carefully bent down, glad that her ribs and shoulder had more or less healed, or this would be painful for them both. "What's your name, kiddo? We can set you on one of the bottom bunks, and if anyone complains, I'll say it's temporary until you feel better."

Because fever or not, the girl was unwell and clearly needed to sleep it off-whatever it was.