All Good Things (Come To An End) by Nelly Furtado
Sara
I'm convinced everyone in our tiny little bubble is destined to go through the worst possible shit. At least right now. I can go on for hours listing all the horrible things that have happened to Thomas, Maddie, Niko, Noah and myself. Only those were break ups, distance, complicated feelings. Things that you're sure about. You know what happened and if you really wanted to, you could fix it. Not things like sickness. Sometimes you can have no idea where it comes from.
I'm calling Thomas for the second time in a row, my leg tapping as I sit on my desk chair. It usually takes him two or three times before he answers apologizing. He's not the best at answering his phone, but he's gotten better with me, a lot better actually. "Hey," the comfort in his voice is soothing for only a second.
"Lily won't eat," I practically yell into the phone. My eyes move from my desk to her pen, spotting her in the corner of it, eyes closed. Maybe I'm crazy, but I swear I can see somethings wrong in her little face.
"What?" Thomas shuffles, the concern in his voice rising.
"She's been sitting in the corner all day and nothing. I've even given her all her favourite snacks, too."
There's more shuffling over the phone. "Okay, breathe. Start from the beginning."
I shut my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath like he said. I start. "This morning before I started on my dress, I noticed her food bowl was pretty full. I thought maybe since Lily can be picky like her mom sometimes, she just didn't feel like the same food again. So I gave her a fresh bowl and added some lettuce and carrots to make it exciting..."
"Okay," Thomas engages.
"I went back to my dress, because well, she loves lettuce and carrots I was sure she would devour everything after I gave it to her." I breathe. "A few hours later I took a break, but all the food was still there. Nothing was touched, Thomas, she hasn't eaten since yesterday." I glance at the time on my phone, reading it's about eleven in the morning. It's been a long time. It's not like her. "Then I started googling what some issues could be. It could be something called ileus, Thomas, or another gastrointestinal problem or dental problems or even anorexia. How do you fix anorexia in a rabbit, Thomas?"
"Okay, okay." Thomas voice remains calm, and I don't understand how he always manages that. "I need you to take a deep breathe for me right now. Google is the last thing you should be trusting. Don't listen to those. I just got out of class and I'll be there in thirty, then we'll figure this out, okay?"
Usually those four words work to calm me down, especially from Thomas. But right now, all I can think of is my baby Lily, and I'm terrified. "Okay," I whisper. That's all I manage to say.
"I'll see you soon." The last words before I end the call, tossing my phone across the room and only my bed in frustration.
Sometimes I wish I had magical powers. Right now, I wish I had all of them. I wish I could talk to animals and ask her what's wrong or how to help her. I wish I had healing abilities to take away whatever is causing her not to eat. I would fix whatever is going on. But I'm helpless right now. And that scares me the most.
Instead of praying the high powers grant me abilities, I stand up off my chair, walking over to Lily's pen. "Hi, baby." I crouch down to her. She hops over to me and I feel warmth spread in my chest. "Mama is gonna make you feel better, I promise." I say to her. Lily's nose crinkles, moving around adorably. I reach down and pick her up into my arms, and she lets me like she always does, adoring cuddles. I walk over to my bed, placing her down and climbing on next to her, moving her to sit on the inside of my stomach, curling my body around her small frame. She adjusts, slightly leaning on me. I pet the very top of her head gently, her ears, her neck. I run my finger from the tip of her little nose all the way to her cotton ball tail.
