More visits.

I still felt lethargic and tired that morning, but the nausea and dizziness were practically gone. I could get out of bed with little to no issues, so I was really considering just going through the day as usual. Except mom found me when I went to the bathroom, I told her this and she told me, in no uncertain terms, to get my ass back to the bed and rest. So that’s what I did.

About 40 minutes after mom left for work, Isabelle came into my room carrying a tray with my breakfast. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

“What? You act like I’ve never done something nice for you,” Isabelle said, scoffing.

“Mom told you to do it, didn’t she?”

“That has nothing to do with this,” Isabelle answered, setting the tray on my lap as I sat up on my bed. “But yes.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Still, thanks, sis.”

I got comfortable and started to eat. Bread with marmalade, a small bowl of porridge and a cup of tea. It was good. Isabelle sat on my desk chair and stayed with me while I ate.

“By the way, I have to go out again today, so I arranged sitters for you,” she told me.

“Sitters?”

“Mila, Grace and Sarah are coming over.”

“Ah.” I swallowed. “Where are you going now?”

“...Can you keep a secret?”

“Maybe,” I told her. At this point, I’m not sure how much of my mind the girls can and can’t read. “But why does it need to be a secret?”

“My car is… making a weird noise.”

I frowned. “You went out with Alice yesterday. Hell, she was here. Why didn’t you ask her to have a look?” She would’ve loved to. She’ll take any excuse to open the hood of someone’s car.

“I didn’t take my car yesterday because… because I haven’t been nice to the gearbox and Alice warned me about it. If she were to hear the noise the car is making…”

“She’d have your head, yeah. Mom would, too.”

“Yep. So I’m going to a mechanic.”

“Alex is the best one we know, but you risk running into Alice there,” I told her. “Then again, he’s someone you know for sure won’t try to rip you off.”

“Yeah… I’ll risk it.”

“And what are you going to do after that?”

“...Learn how to gear shift properly.”

“Drive carefully, alright?”

“I know.”

Isabelle left an hour later and I was alone at home for a while. It was early, after all. barely 9:30 AM. I wanted to play some games, but I realized that wouldn’t be comfortable since I had my PC on the desk next to my bed. I got up and went to sit down at my desk to play, but I lasted all of 5 minutes. Two reasons for that, actually. One is that I started feeling cold, cold enough to start shaking. Yeah, still not fully recovered, then. The other reason is that Cake jumped on my desk, stood in front of the screen and kept yelling at me until I went back to bed.

“Did mom tell you to keep an eye on me? Damn…”

I stayed in bed watching videos with my phone propped on my nightstand. Cake watched with me while the dogs played on the floor, jumping at each other and catching a ball I threw at them every so often.

I found myself enjoying the quiet moments, to be honest. I even felt a little nostalgic, which is weird because I had a cat and two dogs with me, but that feeling of being alone, unbothered, doing nothing… It was like a respite from how hectic my life had become. Then Mila, Grace and Sarah arrived and I found myself getting all excited.

“Isabelle told us to keep an eye on you, but it seems that’s already covered,” Mila said, eyes on the cat on my chest keeping me pinned down.

“You don’t even know,” I told her. “She follows me to the bathroom and keeps yelling at me.”

“And the dogs don’t?” Sarah asked, watching the two attack Grace’s shoes while the brunette tried to shoo them away.

“I don’t think they even understand what being sick is,” I told her.

“Gah! Cake, get them away from my shoes!” Grace pleaded, and to our surprise Cake jumped off my chest and went to slap the two puppies. They stopped trying to bite Grace’s shoes, leaving us all speechless.

“And we’re SURE she doesn’t understand human language, right?” Mila asked.

“No. No, we’re not,” I told her.

“How are you feeling now?” Sarah asked me, sitting next to me. “They told us you were pretty bad yesterday.”

“I’m a lot better now. The fever is mostly gone. Still feel sluggish, lethargic and get cold shivers every once in a while. Also, I’m feeling uncomfortably horny.”

“Well, well, well… What you have isn’t contagious, isn’t it? We can fix that one for you, then,” Grace said, starting to undo the first button of her red blouse.

I groaned and shook my head. “No, we can’t. Dr. Frey’s orders. She says it could slow my recovery, if not make things worse again.”

“Oh.” Grace immediately buttoned her blouse back up. “Then… Do you have a hoodie I can borrow? I know you’ll be staring at my chest all day and that’ll only make you feel worse.”

Damn, she knows me well.

“I’ll be fine. You’d all look sexy in my clothes, anyway. Actually…”

Sarah flicked my forehead. “Don’t go getting any ideas. Not now, at least. Save them for tomorrow.”

Mila then went to one of my drawers, opened it and picked a random T-shirt. “I’m borrowing this. I’ll give it back in a few days. Will send pics. Or maybe…” She picked two more and threw one at Sarah and Grace each. They put it inside their bags for later use.

Seriously, tell me. How can I not love these girls?

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