Sick (Prompt 4)

Word count: 530

Peter made his way to the Ives' house after a long day at school. He looked extremely tired, and his dark blond hair was ruffled. During the whole day at school, Peter Murray worried about his girlfriend, Vanessa Ives. She had come down with a cold two days prior and has been in and out of sleep. Her mother had told Peter that it might be something, now that the blue-eyed girl was vomiting everything she had eaten.

He had supposed that it was food poisoning or that it was simply just the normal thing that would blow over soon. Though that did little to comfort him. Mina had told him that Vanessa would be fine, and probably be as good as new the next day and Peter's worrying wasn't helping. So Peter tried to worry.

"Mina's right," Vanessa had said. "I'm fine, but it would be unbecoming of you if you stopped caring."

So Peter did little things to help out and kept Vanessa happy. Since, whenever Vanessa got sick, her demons become more relentless. And it pains Peter deeply that he couldn't help get rid of them.

He had stopped by the store from early on and brought Vanessa a wolf. She had immense love for the wild vicious animals and was delighted that her parents brought her a husky wolf mix. Vanessa had named it Ethan. The dog was very loyal and protective of her and was on friendly terms with Peter. As crazy as it sounded Peter felt better that Ethan was there with her when he couldn't.

Claire Ives opened the door for Peter, the second that he had knocked. She looked tired but smile at him regardless.

"You know the way, Peter."

"I take it that the home designer work isn't going well today?" Peter asked.

She yawned, "Not at all. Thank you for asking."

Peter nodded, before heading upstairs. He knew the whole display of house, and what each room was for. Vanessa's room was in the far corner and had a wonderful view of the backyard and the woods beyond that. Ethan was at the door guarding it and had to tilt his head at Peter.

"Allo Ethan, mind if I go in?" Peter asked

The large brown dog got up and moved to the side so that the boy could enter. Vanessa laid in her bed reading a book of poetry that her friend John Claire had given her. She mouth the words as she went through the book; her hair was spread out like waves and she looked feverish. The bags under her eyes was darker than her skin complexion which was pale.

"Hello, Van," Peter said, holding the stuffed toy behind his back.

She placed the book on her chest and smile. "Peter, back again? How's school?"

"Dreadful." He said sitting on the edge of her bed.

"I bet, what's that behind your back?"

"I thought that I give you a 'get well' gift." Peter shrugged.

"Well, let me see then," Vanesa said, lifting herself up.

Peter showed her the stuffed wolf, and she smiled.

"Thank you, Peter."