|Tamara|
The next day I woke up from my sheets feeling more under the weather. My muscles ache and it felt like I have grown with fatigue during my whole duration of sleep from last night. I feel crummy and my head is growing foggy. I pulled the quilt higher over my body until it covered my shoulders. I still feel cold even after wrapping my body with the thick fabric. I coughed a few times before Thea went inside the room while carrying a tray on her hands.
“You’re sick,” Thea stated the obvious as she placed a bowl of hot soup to my nightstand with a glass of water and two pills of medicine. My throat itch and I began to bark again. I groaned after feeling the roughness inside my throat.
I tried to get up on my own but I was too weak so Thea supported me. I rest my back to the headbo
