Rachel
It was later that night and I was at home in my bed. Id gone straight up to my room which my dads found odd. They'd asked if I wanted anything but id told them all I wanted was to be left alone and that I was tired.
"Rachel honey," my dad Aaron called up to me.
"what?" I managed.
"there's someone here to see you."
"I don't want to - " I coughed - "see anyone."
"its Dianna."
Oh.
"oh. Ok," I said reluctantly.
A few minutes later I heard soft footsteps come up the stairs down the hall and into my room. The door opened and then closed and in came Dianna holding a cup and a yellow washcloth.
I turned towards her as she closed the door behind her.
"oh. Hi," I said.
"hi sweetie. This, is for your throat," she held up the cup; "its tea."
As I swallowed I noticed my throat did hurt a bit. I nodded in agreement.
"and this," she held up her other hand, "is to bring your temp down."
Now that I realized it I was glad to have company. The company of a soft pretty woman.
I nodded.
She approached me and set the tea on the nightstand next to my bed. And the washcloth down on the bed.
"here ill help you sit," she said taking me by the arms.
"it hurts," I said as she helped me readjust.
"I know hun. I know."
She got me into a sitting position and picked up the tea.
"here. Drink," she told me.
"ok."
She put the cup into my hands and helped me drink.
"thank you," I said.
"uh huh. Keep drinking. God you're warm."
She took the yellow and put it on my forehead moving it back and forth. It felt good.
"that feels really good," I said.
"I know it does."