Chapter 1: Evie and Steve
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Second Person POV
You worry about Evie all day. She has been tired and pale for the last few days, coming down with the beginnings of her little sister Elizabeth's miserable head cold, but she was sent home this morning for a fever almost 104 degrees. She's tough, but that's what worries you.
As soon as your shift at the DX ends you race over to her house. You don't hear the usual screaming fights emitting from her small cream colored house, so you assume her parents aren't home and walk right inside.
"Glory, Evie, you look like crap," you comment as you walk into her room. Despite it being my warm in her house, her pale face is surrounded by mounds of tissues and thick blankets. The only thing telling you she's alive is her weak coughing.
"I feel like crap," she finally moans hoarsely. Her face scrunches up. "Can you please hand me the t-" she motions towards the Kleenex box next to you. You try to hand her one, but it's too late, she's already burying her face into her elbow and sneezing thickly twice.
She grabs the Kleenex box out of your hands and blows her already red nose into a tissue. You sit down on a chair next to her bed and wait until she's finished.
"Ugh, *sniffle* don't sit too close, Steve, you might get sick too," she warns. You shrug and don't move.
"Well, that's why I'm going to take care of you. Want some soup?" After a moment of hesitation she nods. She knows you know your way around her house, so she rolls over and leaves you to fund the soup.
Luckily for you soup is still in stock at the Sander's from Elizabeth. After a small struggle you get the can open and pour the soup into a pan.
The only sound in the house is Evie coughing or sneezing, so you insert an Elvis record into the record player and listen to it quietly so you don't disturb your sleeping girlfriend.
Once the soup is finished you walk into Evie's bedroom, but she's dead to the world. You smile softly to yourself and set the bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup next to her bed. You lay down next to her and wrap your arm around her as she smuggled closer to your body heat. Your asleep in seconds.
Continue? I plan to do one with Dallas, Pony, and Soda. I can do others on request, or I can stop right here because it sucks. Tell me what you think :)
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee