Write four lines of prose about: the chain reaction.
Max had a marginally better night, but not enough to avoid a visit to the doctor's office. I brought him in this afternoon and his ears and lungs checked out fine, with the only concerns being the cough and a fever. So we're working on keeping his body temperature within range of normal and doing what we can to ease his cough.
Seems to be working so far, as he's had a much better start to the night than last night.
The inspiration for the prompt actually came from the night before, when Max woke up with a horrible coughing fit, which woke Kat up, which woke me up. Miles woke up somewhere in there as well. Once we had Max settled down it was a ridiculous revolving door of trying to get the both of them back to sleep.
I think Kat started off with trying to do both at the same time, then I took a turn with Miles while she tried Max. And then we traded. And then... I dunno. At some point we just gave up and accepted that we were awake for the day and it was best to just get on with things.
Anyway. Now Miles just woke up coughing. So feel free to shoot me anytime, really.
You wish to lay the blame on me. As though I could have possibly known that my initial action could have led us to the mess we're in, here and now.
Well I can assure you of this much: if I had that kind of control over the future, I would be wearing a crown right now, surrounded by... actually, never you mind all that.
In the end the choice is yours: take your revenge and then eventually starve, or work with me and stand a significantly better chance of surviving this disaster.