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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟬

I did end up getting a cold, and let me tell you I thought I could handle this thing but I was wrong.

My whole body is scorching hot, and my insides are cold. It's so weird. I'm shivering but when I touch my skin it's hot.

My stomach is churning, just waiting for those fruit snacks I scarfed down yesterday to be puked back up.

I cough into my arm, squeezing Puddles into me. I've found that whenever I felt bad back with mommy, I liked to cuddle. When I was little this was fine, but as I got older I had to take refuge with Puddles instead of a human body.

This being said, I know Coco likes cuddles. But, he's not home.

Zara had told me yesterday how much Coco likes cuddles, then Coco himself came downstairs and went on and on about how Zara never cuddles him like he was cuddling me.

I felt bad.

So, if he was home I'd be going to his room, but he's not. The next best thing is Zara, but he had to go to work again. Ezrah is busy studying, and I don't think Riley likes cuddling.

I've been bothering Adonis too much, so that just leaves Usok.

So, I find myself sitting up in bed and dragging my blanket along behind me with Puddles in hand. When I open my door, I'm dissapointed that the Frank Sinatra music has been turned off, although the silence is helping my pounding head. Maybe he's asleep?

My fuzzy socked feet is the only sound echoing in the silent hallway, until I sneeze. I sniff, ew.

It's easy to find Usoks door, Adonis had painted on it. A beautiful field of babys breath taht is strangely familiar. It's also at the end of the hall. I don't dwell on it, only knock on his door.

I wait for a while, and I'm kind of scared he's not in there.

I fidget with my blanket, glancing to Puddles to get her intell on this situation. She obviously doesn't give me any.

Sighing, I go to turn around but the door is opened. I freeze, turning to see Usok in front of a very neat and dark room. He leans against the door frame with furrowed eyebrows.

I don't say anything, just take his hand, not missing the overflowing amount of papers on his desk. He must have been doing work for hours.

My eyebrows furrow in anger, he must be so tired.

My thought bubble breaks when I cough again, a sharp pain takng over my throat and head. Ouch.

I don't dwell on it, even though Usok starts talking. I don't even comprehend what he's saying because he stops when I sit him down on the bed.

"Clailea?" His tone is more concerned than I'd like it to be, but I don't speak on it. Well, I don't speak at all but that's beside the point.

I push against his chest, but he doesn't lay down. I huff, then start coughing again. Ew. My throat burns and I have to put my hand on the bed for support. I mentally apologize for squishing Puddles.