I mentioned previously that school was unhealthy. It sure is.
The day of Gumi's final test she got ill. Usually someone else would take care of her or, being capable as she is, she would take care of herself. I think Luka interfered a bit though, and by magic, we were alone together.
I didn't mind the slightest, though. Surprising, right? Just a few days ago we couldn't stand each other but now I really don't mind taking care of her. You know what? Forget before. Gumi's my friend now.
I used some leftover chicken to make broth, but when she didn't give a sign of life by one, I decided to check if she was awake.
She wasn't. I sat in a chair at her bedside for a while, listening to her breathe. She didn't have a cold or a cough, but a fever and headaches. All the symptoms where there the previous evening and we had all decided that she wouldn't leave the house for at least a few days.
Eventually she woke up. I helped her eat the broth, and let her sleep again. No words were exchanged.
The next day, I came home from work to find Gumi in front of the television, wrapped in a blanket and an empty bowl in front of her. She had gotten bored from being alone in her room with nothing to do. She only mumbled when I asked if she was feeling better. I joined her on the couch, barely watching the show. She fell asleep, and I carried her into her room. That evening, I fed her more broth, as she refused to stick her arms out of her warm blanket.
Again, nothing was said.
Day three; I had literally spent the day with her. I think I fell asleep in the chair in her room and woke up to her looking at me shyly. I helped her eat, again, but she insisted that she was doing much better. Sure enough, she was walking around later in the afternoon, but she still groaned with every headache. Despite her progress, she remained seated most of the time, and I sat next to her.
She always ended up leaning against me, her head finding a comfortable place on my shoulder.