Tiffany watched Lincoln as he turn his back on her and walked out of the room. A sigh left her pale lips, eyes shut closed while waiting for someone to arrive. In the meantime, she lay there on her bed, fighting with fever.
Several minutes later the doorbell of her unit rang. With a frown, she climbed off of the bed. Tossing the blanket around her shoulders, she slowly walked over to the door to open it up. The little movement was making her even dizzier.
A little expectant that Maria was the one behind the metallic door, she recklessly open it without looking at the security camera. And just like what she thought, Maria greeted her with a tub in her hand.
"Damn, girl." Maria gasped at the sight of her tightly clutching the blanket around her body.
Slowly, she helped Tiffany to walk back onto her bed. She gestured for her to stay still before putting the tub of porridge soup on the table near the edge of the bed.
