Is That Color Normal
I started visiting Tessa's house after school. Her mom finally let me in, twisting her hair like Tessa does when she's nervous.
Since her mom, Ms. Sanders I mean, can't cook, I look up chicken noodle soup on my phone.
I tried it. Turns out I make a mean chickenn noodle soup.
I crawl silently up the stairs, careful not to spill. I slowly open the door and Tessa snores softly as she sleeps.
I set the bowl of soup on her bedside table. Her face is flushed and covered in a thin veil of sweat. She tosses and turns, her golden curls, tangled and matted, thrown all over the pillows and her face.
I want to move some curls out her way or wipe the sweat from her face.
She moans. I hold the straw from the cup of water out to her. She sips hungrily.
Once the water's gone I put the empty glass back on the table.
She sighs and I place another strip of wet cloth on her forehead.
Her skin turns pale and green and I move a bucket close to her head.
Once she's finished I moved it away.
Her eyes open slightly, and she smiles at me. She whispers, "Thank you."
It punched me in the gut. Ice chilled my blood. I was a terrible person.
Since her mom, Ms. Sanders I mean, can't cook, I look up chicken noodle soup on my phone.
I tried it. Turns out I make a mean chickenn noodle soup.
I crawl silently up the stairs, careful not to spill. I slowly open the door and Tessa snores softly as she sleeps.
I set the bowl of soup on her bedside table. Her face is flushed and covered in a thin veil of sweat. She tosses and turns, her golden curls, tangled and matted, thrown all over the pillows and her face.
I want to move some curls out her way or wipe the sweat from her face.
She moans. I hold the straw from the cup of water out to her. She sips hungrily.
Once the water's gone I put the empty glass back on the table.
She sighs and I place another strip of wet cloth on her forehead.
Her skin turns pale and green and I move a bucket close to her head.
Once she's finished I moved it away.
Her eyes open slightly, and she smiles at me. She whispers, "Thank you."
It punched me in the gut. Ice chilled my blood. I was a terrible person.
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