When Harriette woke the morning of her seventh day she was no longer uncertain if she was sick. She knew. She coughed up a gunk of flim and spit it out her front door. She pulled on the tights, her jeans, and a pair of socks before putting on her shoes. She pulled on the cardigan and her jacket and still felt cold, even with the hood up and her baby blanket wrapped around her neck like a scarf. She hacked up more mucus with coughs hard enough to shake her all the way down to her bones. She shivered. Maybe she should put on more clothes. She coughed again. Her chest hurt, she felt cold and hot. She curled around her plushies and sobbed. Falling asleep again with shuddering coughs. She was still bleary and sick feeling when she woke up. Sitting up made her feel sick and dizzy. She drank water, but felt to sick to actually eat anything.
Her watched beeped loud and shrill and painful in the dark. She was so tired. She checked.
'Are you okay?' Daisy had asked.
'I haven't seen you all day?' Tinsel asked. Other's had asked too. All her friends were worried about her. She let them know that she was fine, just had a little cold. Shivering against the chill that seemed to be coming from her bones.
'Sick, gonna sleep today.
(Future Sun and Moon Scene)
(Future Raywood pack scene)
