Brayden - sick sick sick again

Brayden arrived at my door at 7:15 this morning for my regular day of babysitting. He had a cough which quickly got worse. By 8:30 I was very concerned, and called my daughter to have her go back home (from work) and get his "breathing machine" and inhaler medicine. She did, and he was better after a treatment, but just for a few minutes, then he got much much worse. I called Mary again at work and told her how concerned I was, so she got him a doctor's appointment at 11:40. By 10:00 I was close to bringing him to the Emergency Room. He was coughing through every single breath, with no break between and it was a nasty bubbely cough but nothing was coming up with it. Since it was cold this morning, I took him out on the front porch, bundled us both up in a blanket, and rocked him until it was time to leave. His breathing improved a tiny bit, but not enough to stop me from being scared for him. So, the diagnosis - pneumonia in his left lung, along with bronchitis, combined with allergies and his asthma. Yikes. Heavy duty meds, lots of breathing treatments, back to the doctor tomorrow if he's not better. So the poor little guy is kind of draped around me as I held him, waiting for the doctor to bring me some medicine samples, and the front desk nurse asked Brayden if he wanted a Halloween sticker. (He's just learning about Halloween, since this will be his first year participating. I've been explaining to him about knocking on his neighbor's door and getting candy.) He didn't even pick up his head, but shook it yes. She put the sticker on his jacket and he looked down at it, then put his head back on my shoulder. I said, "What do you say?" and... bless his heart.. in his sick little, sad little voice, he said... "Trick or treat..." All together now -- "Awwwwwwwwwwwww...."