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So how do y'all like Drake? Yes, no, maybe so? (Oh gosh! I can't believe I just typed that! What's this world coming to? It's being taken over by clichés!
Chapter 11
Jim stared blankly at the fire, while Drake paced up and down in front of the hearth. Zandra had been found unconscious just inside the front hall about two hours ago. A doctor had immediately been called and she had been diagnosed with a dangerously high fever, possibly pneumonia. He had done everything he could to bring it down, some of which helped, but most of it didn't. Now all they could do was make her as comfortable as possible and wait; praying that the fever would break by morning.
Drake came to a stop in front of Jim, "How can you just...just sit there and act like nothing happened?! She could be dying in there, and all you do is sit there staring!"
"You think I'm not worried!? That girl's the reason I wake up every morning!
You honestly think I'm not scared for her life?! I refuse to be. She CAN'T die, and I won't think like that!" Jim exploded. What planet was this guy from anyway?
(Three hours later)
Sarah came down the hall, the doctor had been sent home. There was no need for him anymore. She braced herself and stepped into the main dining room where she had last seen the boys. They still were in there.
"Boys?" She said softly. Instantly both stood.
"Mom! What's the matter?" Jim asked moving toward her.
"Zandra is....Zandra is...."Sarah trailed off, burying her face in her hands.
"She's what? Mom what is it?!" Jim grabbed her shoulders.
"She..."
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