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"Hmm... seems like you have a slight fever.
Would you like me to call your parents?"
School policy stated that guardians must
be informed when their child has a
temperature of over 99°. Of course,
like the with the "you'll be informed
if your child passes out" and the
"you can't graduate if you miss more
than 18 days" rules, I was an exception.
"No, it's fine, I'm pretty sure they're
busy today anyway. Can I just... lie down?"
"Sure. You know the drill." Jane turned back
to the boxes, fretting through the H1N1 doses.
I pulled off my sneakers (untying is for losers),
plopped onto the bed, and sighed.
Nocturne wouldn't be accessible for another
hour or so, which gave me 60 more minutes
than I knew what to do with.
I fidgeted a bit, sighed again, then sprawled
over the bed, covering my face with the pillow.
I almost wished I was back in class;
as least I would be distracted. With nothing to do,
my mind turned to Mike and Kyra, my thoughts
blurred and confused as the two incompatible people
were thought about in rapid succession.
I don't know if or when I feel asleep, but at one point
I swear I saw Tyler's face over me, looking concerned for a
moment, then turning away.
