I read from my book until I went downstairs for supper. I only ate a small amount before going up to Devan.
“Are you alright?” He asked before I could help him flip over. “You look kinda pale.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered.
He grabbed my arm when I tried to push him over. I jumped back as if he had burned me, almost letting out a shout.
He looked at me with concern. “Sorry.”
I just went back to what I had been previously doing. Devan complied, silently pressing his face into a pillow.
After a minute he turned his head to look at me and asked, “What’s got you so jumpy?”
I didn’t answer.
“Scout.”
I still said nothing.
So he flipped himself over, grimacing in pain. I stood up off the bed.
“What’s wrong?” He demanded.
“Nothing,” I answered.
“Liar.”
“I’m just a little sick.”
“With what?”
“Flu.”
“What’s with these short answers?”
I pretended to not know what he was talking about.
“Scout, sit down.”
He gave me a hard look until I sat on the bed, near the end so if I needed to, I could get out quickly.
“Come closer.”
I shook my head.
“Now you’re not saying anything.”
“So?”
Devan rolled his eyes. “What is wrong?”
“I told you, I’m sick.”
“How ‘sick’ are you?”
“I was throwing up this morning.”
“Did you go to Will?”
“Yes.”
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