Plunk! Plunk! Ploing!
John-Anne scrunched her shoulders from where she sat in her favorite chair, trying to ignore her best friend's tuning her violin. John-Anne typed a word in her mid-term paper detailing the uses of catheters, and methods of inserting one.
Plunk! Plunk! Plung!
The young med student cringed at the sour note. Her friend, Shirly, shook her bobbed, black curls and adjusted a tuning peg minutely.
Plunk! Plunk! Plu-Bam!
Abruptly the door to John-Anne's house slammed open. Both Shirly and John-Anne ignored the slamming of the door as well as the moaning figure that followed into the living-room. To add to the dramatics the person fell to the ground, still moaning.
Shirly paused in her tuning as she deemed the moaning girl on the ground worthy of a little attention. "Stop moaning, Jane," She addressed the girl in an almost monotone. You're not going to die," her comment finished, Shirly returned her attention to the violin in her lap. John-Anne glanced at Jane rolling on the ground, and sighed.
"But I feel like it!" Jane exclaimed.
"Jane-" Shirly started coolly. John-Anne cut in instantly. John-Anne cut in instantly.
"Did you take Ibuprofen? It helped last month."
Jane stopped moaning and uncurled her body to answer, "yes! Two every six hours! It hasn't helped."
John-Anne ran a hand through her short, grey-blond hair; thinking. "Okay, so I think, if you alternate Ibuprofen with Acetaminophen you can take two Ibuprofen then two hours later you can take two Acetaminophen and then to more Ibuprofen two hours after that. That should help cover the cramp pain." John-Anne stared iron daggers at Jane to make sure she understood. Jane nodded and got off the carpet.
"Thanks. I feel a lot better now." She moved to another overstuffed chair and sat down. Shirly scoffed at the sudden drop of theatrics. Tucking her violin under her chin, she began playing a mocking tune, sitting cross-legged on the couch. No emotion showed on Shirly's face.
John-Anne got up, and set aside her laptop. "I'll get you some Acetaminophen. You took Ibuprofen about four hours ago I'm assuming?"
"Yeah." Jane pulled out her mobile and began texting furiously. "Could I have an apple to?"
"I'll see if I have any, whenever Harry's over he eats them like candy." John-Anne walked into the adjoining kitchen. Shirly randomly changed tunes going from the mocking to sad in two beats.
John-Anne came back out with three mugs of tea and as many apples on a tray. She stopped, looked at Shirly, then shook her head and continued walking. "We're in luck, three apples left." She set the tray down on the coffee table. Putting her hands on her hips, she glared at Shirly. "Shirly, stop playing such a depressing song. Isaac's just a boy. Gosh. You shouldn't be so wrapped up in one guy. You're not usually this silly." She picked up a cup of tea, settled behind her laptop and resumed typing.
Shirly set down her violin and picked up an apple. "Do you have any knives?" She walked into the kitchen.
"In the kitchen, on the counter. Jane, your medicine's on the tray." John-Anne didn't even look up from her typing. "Gosh, why do I feel like a mother to the both of you?" She muttered under her breathe.
Shirly shrugged as she came back into the room with a paring knife in hand and began cutting pieces out of her apple. "I thought it was quite obvious. We let you, so it won't damage your self-esteem." Shirly continued eating her apple while Jane snickered and John-Anne glared.
~THE END~
