He was a little bit shivery by then, so I gave him some Calpol. I thought he might have flu, but I wasn’t worried enough to phone a doctor.
He went to sleep, and we kept popping in on him. He was a bit unsettled but he seemed OK.
We went to bed a little later, but were woken by Sam being sick: It wasn’t much, and it was just phlegmy, like he’d had a cough. Then he said his legs hurt, but he’d been running around all day: he’d been out to the park and he’d been swimming the day before, so we thought it might just be that.
I tucked him up in bed with me while Steve went to sleep in Sam’s bed, and we swapped over at midnight. Not long after, Steve noticed a small mark under Sam’s left eye. It was a purplish red, not very big. He’d been holding a juice drink, so we thought he might have been lying on that. Steve lifted his top, and there was a small purplish mark on his chest. He called me and a couple of seconds later lifted it up again and there were four or five more.
It was like someone had taken a paint brush and flicked it. It was that quick: his whole body was just covered.