Date: March 3
Subject: Fever

Dear diary,

The first day it was just scratchy throat. No big. Ron had a math test and I was helping him study when the Tweebs sneezed all over the kitchen, thus infecting me with their grossness. The next day, it was sneezing. And then at night, it happened.

Fever.

My body was sore all over for no obvious reason. I was strangely hot and cold at the same time, and it was impossible to get comfortable. Irritable and tired, with my face stuffy and my eyes so watery and sensitive that I could barely have them open, I sunk miserably into my chair in my room and stayed there, dozing a little bit until Ron jarred me from sleep, flipping on the lights and whining about "why do horses need shoes, anyway?"

"Ron," I tried to growl at him. It sounded rather pathetic, and he immediately rushed over to me, touching my face and yelling for my mom like it was the end of the world. He sat with me until I fell asleep again, wiping my face with cool cloths that felt really good and letting me have his sweater when the fever finally broke and I suddenly felt like I was going through SeƱor Senior Senior's flash freezer.

When I woke up I was miserable and my hair was a mess, and the humidifier that I was sitting over wasn't helping the stuffiness in my nose at all.

"Hey KP," he said as he came up the stairs this morning, his voice uncharacteristically tender, "how are we feeling today?"

Better now that you're here, Ronnie. Always better when you're here.

~Kim.


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