Why do I care? Why do I care that Possible's life is being torn to shreds. Why do I care that she comes to my house at least six times a month on a regular basis for medical treatment. Why do I care that she had a temperature of one-hundred and three last night and was having trouble breathing and is at school today? Why should I care that she looks after everyone except for herself. The truth is that she is my rival and that I shouldn't care. So why do I?
She is as of right now sitting with Ron and Tara which means that I am going to have to sit with them because Tara is my bff. This means that I will have five minutes of pointless banter with Kim while she flinches every time anything moves because she has one hell of a headache. This means that I will have to slip her an Advil out of my purse before she goes to next period.
Monique sees me coming and stands up. I really don't feel like walking around with anyone today. I was up later than usual because I was worried that Kim had broken ribs. Truth is that they are only bruised rather badly.
"Bonnie I want to talk to you girl. Come on lets go for a walk."
Great so now I am going for a walk when all I want to do is go into a dark corner and sleep. I want to go into premed when I graduate but this means that I am loaded up with Bio, and Anatomy, Chemistry, English, College Algebra, and Economics. Welcome to my life. I have English after lunch which gives me my nap but I don't want to wait for it.
We are walking out of earshot and I finally stop and put my back against the wall.
"Bonnie I wanted to tell you that I need you to lay of Kp today. Something is off with her and she won't talk about it but she is my girl and I just want to look out for her."
"Then from now on watch her and make sure that she doesn't leave the idiot when she goes on missions she keeps showing up after him all banged up to practice or even worse she doesn't show up and we loose a day. You know we have state coming up and I don't want to get a lower score just because Possible has a death wish."
"I knew you cared Bonnie."
She says this sarcastically so that I know that my cover as even more of a bitch than I actually am is not blown. Great. I also planted the seeds that she should watch possible a little more maybe this will keep her safer. I don't mind her showing up at my house I just hate it when she is bleeding why because I care.
When we get back to the table I make sure to obviously look away while through the side of my vision I look her over and she looks three times worse than she did last night. I wonder where her best friend is, when she needs to go home.
"Possible come with me we need to talk."
She really doesn't have a choice and so I lead her to the front office force her to sign herself out and drive her back to my place in silence. When we get there I walk up stairs and put her on my bed.
"I don't get it."
"Possible every time that I looked at you I looked death in the face. You are going to lay down, drink Gatorade, sleep, and eat soup. Take today off and while we are here let me look at that side of yours I want to make sure that your little cut isn't bleeding through the stitches and the gauze that I put there. Minor flesh wounds do that you know? While we are here you can entertain me by telling me how you made it this long in that heat."
"Well the school is air conditioned and I felt cold. I still do. I have a headache. Bonnie, I think that I am sick."
Really? Now she gets it after she makes herself three times worse because the woman dose not know what the term sick day is! She leans back shivering and I have to come up with some way to stop her from doing that because she is going to raise her temperature by doing that. She coughs and flinches at her "bruised" ribs. Great.
"Kim just lay down."
"I really hurt."
"I know Possible. Next time take someone with you when you go on a mission or else this could be ten times worse and who wants that?"
She is freezing. I sit on the bed next to her and she is right up against me for heat. She is burning but her fever is high enough to make her feel cold. I think she needs an ice bath.
Normally she isn't huge on physical contact but when you are this sick nothing other than basic needs matter.
"Possible take a cold bath to cool down, and I will sit here for an hour being your personal cuddle buddy."
I know that this sounds bad but it is the only way that I can cool her down without having to hold her down in the water. I also know that she will check her side for infections while she bathes because the pain will take her mind off of how cold she feels. She walks over to the bathroom to get it over with fast.
Maybe the question is not why do I care about her, the question should be when did I start caring about her. I think it was a month ago when she came in and was so banged up I was able to get her to the hospital. I literally had to carry her to the car because she was that out of it. She had a concussion and her mother had to come check her out. I know that might be against the rules but when your mother is a brain sergeant things like that tend to happen. She wasn't allowed on a mission for a month, naturally she was ready to go and doing missions in a mere week. I could have killed her. That was when I realized that I cared about her.
She is walking out in my sweat pants. She has my baggy tee on and is shaking from the cold bath that she obviously just took. I scoot over and lean on the wall so that when she leans on me I will be slightly more comfortable with the support of the wall. She has her head in my stomach and is shaking.
"Are you staying the night?"
She is already asleep so I will take that as a yes. I think that if they lost her then they would realize how much that she means to them but until then she is just there because someone has to be. I think that they see her as simple filler and it bothers me to the point that I want to hit something.