I yell as I kick off my heels at the door. Bella meets me at the door, her tail wagging happily. “Hey girl, where’s Skylar?” “Skylar?” I call through the house, but there is no answer. “Sky?” I call, going room to room. When I reach her bedroom, I find her fast asleep. A mountain of used Kleenex surrounds her. On the nightstand sits a half-drunk bottle of Nyquil. It’s all the girl seems to eat and drink anymore. She’d lied and told me she’d been feeling better and that’s why she hasn’t been to see a doctor. I lost it on her yesterday and told her I was taking her to the ER if her fever didn’t go down. Somehow, it managed to go back to normal and she managed to convince me not to drag her there. Reaching over, I feel her head. She’s really warm, but I won’t wake her up to yell at her. Right now, she needs her rest. Normally she’s up coughing most of the night. Tomorrow, Lucas will be in town and I’m going to let him rip into her. He’s going to take one look at her and freak the fuck out, I’m sure.
