I wanted to look over curious to see my mother's expression before completely turning away to walk back to my room not wanting to hear any more of their conversation. I already know how the conversation would end and I just don’t want to hear any more of it. I laid down on my bed, closing my eyes trying to sleep again, but I think I was distracted wondering how the conversation even started or how it concluded. After some time I heard the door open and I opened my eyes to see Elliot walking in.
“Hey,” he said as he sat on the edge of my bed. “Sorry, did I wake you?”
“No,” I mumbled as I looked at him.
“Are you hungry? You didn’t eat lunch and you slept for a good couple of hours,” he tells me.
“No, I’m fine,” I answered.
“Are you sure? Your mom is home and she said she can make you soup if you want.” He said reaching out to touch my forehead. “You had a small fever so you should be careful or it’ll come back again.”
