It is awful, of course, to see your child sick. Terrible to see him in pain or even discomfort, awful to listen to his coughs and to his cries and to know that he is so miserable. It is excruciating to see him trust in you to instantaneously make him better and to know that only time and perhaps some antibiotics can actually perform the kind of magic he expects you to immediately produce.
And yet, that feeling of your child's arms wrapped around your neck and his body nestled into your lap? The sensation you've not felt since his infancy of not knowing where he ends and you begin? The calm as you surrender yourself to the situation, cancel all plans and hunker down to offer unlimited snuggling and soothing and Sesame Street for the duration? Not so bad. Not bad at all.
Get well, sweet Evan. But maybe... not too fast.