night eight ;

august 17
5:59 p.m.



her fever had disappeared over the night, but just in case, she stayed home, skipping a day of school.


she wondered how he was doing.


rain boy
today 6:01 p.m.


hello


how are you doing?


not too good, my fever
kind of went up


you shouldn't have came
over last night


no no, it's not that


i always had a weak immune
system


it's okay


this isn't the first time


i'm fine :)


what's your address?


huh?


your address


why?


i have some left over chicken
soup


let me go over and give it
to you
sent 6:04 p.m.


hello?
sent 6:05 p.m.


uh you there?
sent 6:05 p.m.


hey are you okay?
sent 6:06 p.m.


sorry sorry


i'm back


what happened?


nothing


uhm here's my address


[ xxxx xxxxxx β€” xx-xxx ]


okay i'm going over


be careful


yeah
read 6:08 p.m.


just as he had said, they did live considerably close to each other. it was just two stops away.


she checked the address again, making sure she was at the right house before knocking on the door.


the door opened a few seconds later, revealing a boy with bags under his eyes, his nose was red, his hair messier than usual.


"you look like shit."


"thank you."


he stepped aside, letting her in.


"where do i put this?" she asked, holding up the plastic bag where she kept the container of soup.


"just place it on the kitchen table," his voice was raspy, not like his usual smooth one.


the girl placed the soup on the table before turning to face the boy behind her.


"are you sure you're okay?" she asked, worried for the boy.


"yeah," he gave her a weak smile.


it made her heart ache.


"what's your temperature?"


he was hesitant at first, but mumbled out a small, "thirty-nine point eight..."
(103.64 Β°F)


her eyes widened at the high temperature.


"have you taken your medicine? what have you been doing last night? did you not sleep? seriously, why aren't you taking care of yourself. what about your parents? do they know you're sick? have youβ€”"


"you're so adorable," he couldn't help but laugh at how worried she looked.


"hey, i'm being serious."


"i know, i know, but it's not a big dealβ€”"


"not a big deal my ass, come on, go back to your room and rest," she grabbed onto his wrist, pulling him up the stairs.


she assumed the room with an open door was his, bringing him along with her.


"go lie down, no more getting up," she stated, watching him take a seat on his bed.


"but the soup," he said.


"you can drink it laterβ€”"


"can i drink it now? i'm kind of hungry."


"... fine, i'll go get it for you. you've taken your medicine already right?"


"yes yes."


"alright, stay here."


she made her way back downstairs, thankfully, the soup was still warm. she poured it into a bowl before bringing it back up.


"here you go," she handed the bowl of soup to the sick boy.


"thanks."


he took a sip, letting out a sigh.


"you can take a seat, just bring that chair over."


"it's fine, i'm leaving sooβ€”"


"no, please don't."


a desperate hand stopped her from walking away.


"sorry. but can you stay? just a little longer?"


she couldn't say no even if she wanted to.


she brought a chair over, taking a seat.


"you said this wasn't the first time?" she asked.


"yeah, my temperature always goes quite high when i'm sick."


"have you got that checked out?"


"yeah, the doctor said it's because i have a weak immune system, as long as i take my medicine i'll be fine."


he smiled.


"so you don't have to worry about me, really."


but just as he finished his sentence, he let out a pained cough.


she sighed, getting up, "i'll get you a cup of water. don't push yourself."


she left the room, going back down to the kitchen.


she stopped in the doorway when she noticed a girl in there.


"oh, who are you?" the girl looked up at her.


she had long black hair that was tied up in a loose ponytail, she looked younger by two or three years.


"don't tell me your a friend of my brother."


"brother?"


"yes, the sick boy upstairs."


"oh, i guess i am his friend. why?"


"what a shame."


"what's so bad about him?"


"he didn't tell you?"


"tell me what?"


the younger girl let out an irritated sigh, shaking her head.


"if i were you, i'd stop hanging out with him from now on. you'll regret it. i promise." without any further explanation, she left the kitchen, going up to her room.


8:14 p.m.


"you're leaving?" the boy asked, watching as she got up from her seat, pushing the chair back to where it was.


"yeah, i have school tomorrow, and i don't want to disturb you any longer. you should get some sleep now. good night."


she turned around, grabbing onto the doorknob, she pulled the door open.


"i'm sorry."


"for what?" she turned around to face the boy.


"my sister probably said something to you right?"


she let go of the doorknob, letting her hand drop to her side. "yes. she told me to stop talking to you."


"are you going to do that?"


"good night." without giving him an answer, she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.


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