Raine Ishida: I know, I know, but I had to improvise!
Night Music: I could never kill off Zan! And hon, I know it's hard, but you MUST wait for Silver to show up. Now is simply not the time.
Abby/Angie: Go jump off a cliff! But first tell me what's so awful about Zandra? Everyone else seems to like her! And how is she a hussy? Do you now how shallow falling for girls because of they're looks is? The only reason she's pretty is because I'm not, -k-?!
The Rest Of Chapter 11
"Zandra's fever broke and you can go in to see her now!" Sarah burst out laughing. Both boys stared at her, then Drake let out a long, loud whoop and through his arms around Sarah. Jim looked like he was going to faint. His mouth was opening and closing, but no words were coming out.
"Who wants to go in first?" Sarah asked.
"He can," Jim said quietly. Both stared at him.
"Captain, are you sure?" Drake asked.
"Yes, I'm sure, but if you don't get in there, I'll take it back."
"Thanks." Drake shot him a small smile and hurried upstairs to her room.
"Jim, that was very kind of you."
"Yeah, I know." He sat down on a near by table.
"She's really better?"
"Well she's still very weak, and she can't talk for very long. But yes, she's MUCH better. She really wants to see you, Jim."
"I want to see her too. How much longer?"
"The last time I heard that you were eleven. Drake's still got about five minutes."
Jim took up Drake's pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, back and...
"Jim cut that out! You're making me dizzy!"
"Sorry. How much longer?"
"Three minutes."
"AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Jim sat down and started sorting out a deck of cards. Three of Hearts, Jack of Spades, Six of Diamonds, Ace of Clubs.....This wasn't working either.
"Mom..."
"Minute and a half, Jim."
"Eighty-nine, eighty-eight, eighty-seven, eighty-six, eighty-five......"
"Jim, stop!"
"But Mom, I...."
"I don't want to hear it, Jim. I need to go let Drake know that his time's up."
A minute and a half later, Jim stepped into Zandra's room.
"Jim?" Her voice was soft and weak, but it was still hers. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to lay a hand on her forehead.
"Don't you dare touch my face or I'll break yours. I've had so many different hands on my forehead in the past five hours, at least that's what your mom said, I'm going to get a huge zit right smack in the middle and it won't go away for like two months and...." She trailed off, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing, just got something in my eye," Jim muttered as he quickly wiped a tear off of his face. "I was so afraid for you, I thought you were going to die or...or..."
"I'm not going to die for a very long time, don't worry."
"I know, I know, but when you come so close, it really scares me." He cupped her face in his hands. "Don't do it again, -k-?"
"I'll do my best." They sat staring into each others eyes for a few long moments.
"Jim, when do you have to leave?" She asked, breaking the silence.
"In a few minutes, you need to get your strength back."
"No, I mean for your voyage."
"Oh. In about a week, but I'll try to get it extended so you have time to get better."
"You don't have to do that, I'll be better by tomorrow."
"I want you do get totally better, so I'm going to have it extended. End of story."
"But, Jim....." He laid his fingers on her lips and kissed her forehead.
"It'll all be fine. If your going to get better you need lots of rest. I'll come over and see you in the morning. Good night." He felt her smile through his fingers.
"First thing in the morning?" The words were muffled. She lifted his fingers, and leaning up slightly, kissed his cheek.
"Night, Jim."
