A few minutes later, Hannah approaches Double-D's house, opening the door quietly. A purple book bag rests on her blue sweater covered shoulder, banging against her blue jeans. Taking off her shoes instinctively, she quietly grabs a sticky note and pulls a pencil out from behind her ear. Quickly, she scrawls a note, sticking it on the door.
Dear Edd's mother and father-I came to help your son get well. Made sure to follow all rules.
Love,
Hannah
After rereading for the second time, she walks up the stairs, quietly rapping on Double-D's door. "Double-D? Your 'angel's' here!" She calls gently. A feeble voice answers, punctuated by a cough. "Oh good! Come in, quickly!" Hannah opens the door deftly stepping inside and shutting the door so no alarm sounds. She looks at the small boy in his bed, who is hugging his pillow and shivering. "Oh dear, Double-D! You look horrible!" She says sympathetically, moving to the bed and sitting down on the edge. "Whassamatter?" She asks, her eyes behind the glasses full of worry. Double-D starts to sit up, wincing, and Hannah grabs his hand, helping. "My legs ache and are worrisome, my throat feels like a sword has been plunged into it, I c-can't breathe, and my head pounds." He says in a weak voice, looking at Hannah through half-closed eyes. "Oh…I'm sorry." Hannah says worriedly, letting go of his hand. "Let's take your temperature first, then get something for that cough." Double-D nods as she digs in her duffel bag, pulling out a thermometer. Quickly uncapping it, she hands it to the boy, who stuffs it in his mouth. Hannah raises an eyebrow. "I know you want to get better, but please be gentle, Double-D." The boy blushes and relaxes the instrument in his jaw.