16.11 Friday

When my alarm rang, I switched it off thoughtlessly. I groaned and nestled my face in the pillow. I didn’t completely have the strength to get up yet. I had a headache, a sore throat, a stomach ache, chills and a runny nose. I felt awful. So I just laid there and waited for unconsciousness to come. After a half hour, my mom peeked to check why I wasn’t out yet. As she saw me, she didn’t say anything. She just went off and came back after a while with a plate of medicines in her hand.

“You stay at home,” She told me, as she was leaving for work.

I was glad she didn’t get me to go to school. Knowing her, I would have thought she would, caring only about my education. I started to relax, when I heard my favorite song ring in my phone. I checked the display. I didn’t know the number. After a while of hesitation I answered.

“Yeah?” Even this short word barely went through my sick throat.

I heard a silent curse on the other side. “I’m on my way,” The voice I adored so much told and then the angelic owner hung up.

I was frightened. He was coming here. Could he see me in this condition? No way! I tried to get up but my head spun and I collapsed back on my bed. I felt cold shivers run through my body and I hid in the covers, curling into a ball. I wasn’t strong enough yet. I could only hope Edward wouldn’t mind my look so much.

Five minutes later, he walked into my room. “I’m sorry that I’m late. There was a traffic jam in the centre,” He excused himself for who knew what. He still moved up faster than any normal human could. I only waved my hand carelessly. My throat was burning and I couldn’t talk. He came near me and looked at me with worry. “How are you?”

“Awful,” I croaked and I instantly started to curse myself in my mind. It was better not to say anything. I was only losing the rest of my dignity this way.

Edward shook his head with disappointment and started to mutter something so quietly and quickly I couldn’t understand. I only managed to hear something that sounded like ‘fashion revue’. I became sulky. He covered me up with a blanket he found on the bottom of my cupboard. He gave me all medicines and sat on the bed beside me. “Sleep now,” He ordered gently. Even without his encouragement I was so sleepy my eyes were trying to shut on their own. I was fighting this feeling for a while not wanting to lose the sight of my angel, but finally the sleep won. I was only able to feel something cold touching my head before I fell into a dreamless sleep.