Wolf

It's Love

Chapter 15

            “Ughhhhhh,” I groaned as I rolled over, gripping my head. It was pounding. My face landed in my pillow, the impact giving me a sharp pain. I groaned again. This was horrible, I hated being sick. What a perfect way to be welcomed home, the day after you get back in your bed, you’re sick. The only thing I was happy about is that I wasn’t captive. The only guess I could make that the mold in Cameron’s room made me sick. Bastard. My mother entered my room and put a hot tea on my end table.

            “Drink it Elle, it’ll make you feel better,” she suggested. I looked up at her and groaned, causing her to laugh. “I know you don’t feel well, but this’ll help, trust me it will.” She sat down on my bed and started to rub my back, trying to comfort me. “I missed you sweetheart. We were so worried about you.”

            “I was perfectly fine up until this moment,” I groaned, making her laugh.

            “Your grandmother, Bella, and I are about to leave. Your grandfather is downstairs if you need him.” I looked at her and nodded. “Don’t worry Elle; I’ll be back before you know it.” My sister had managed to get the lead role in a play at her school. I was proud of her, just mad and upset that I couldn’t go due to my newfound ‘condition’. My mother got up from my bed and left, closing the door behind her. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. My eyes were avoiding light as much as possible, because it made it worse. I looked over at the tea, which was still steaming.

            “Well, here goes.” I picked myself up from my position, my head hurting worse with every movement. When I was sitting upright, I grabbed the tea and put the cup to my lips. I made sure to blow the liquid, because a burnt tongue was the last thing I needed. After a few sips, I set the cup back down and leaned my head against the wall. Everything on my body hurt, my back, my side, my head, I had a fever. It was like my body was crashing all at one time. It felt horrible, even sitting still felt horrible. I had always hated being alone when I was sick, but this was the worst. I groaned again in pain and gripped my head, a shockwave of pain running through my temples, lasting a few seconds. I didn’t want to call my grandfather up here and seem like I was a wuss and couldn’t handle being sick. My grandfather would take every opportunity he could to tease me about that. Sometimes he kind of reminded me of Raleigh, which made me wonder how they got alone so well. Don’t people that act the same usually hate each other?

            “Elle, are you alright?” I heard my grandfather ask, after knocking on the door. It was partially open, letting in some light from the hall. I could see his silhouette in the door, which was somewhat comforting.

            “Never been better,” I answered, which made him laugh and shake his head.

            “Unsarcastically?”

            “I feel like shit, pardon my French.” He chuckled again and opened the door a little. More light flooded into the room and I quickly covered my eyes. “Fuck man.” I knew around my grandfather I could curse and he wouldn’t mind, it was just I had to steer clear of the women in my house.

            “Sorry Elle, but you do need a little light. The night light is not enough. You’re like a snail stuck in his shell.”

            “Snails don’t mind light, I do.” My eyes were still covered, but that didn’t mean that light wasn’t getting to it. Light only flooded into certain parts of my eye, but it still hurt like hell. My grandfather grabbed the remote and turned on the television.

            “You need to watch something, no matter how bad your condition.” He flipped the television to the local news. “Didn’t you say it was a girl with long black hair who lived on the Indian reservation, and you would guess her name started with a K, who saved you?” I shook my head yes, why was he bringing it up? I removed my hands from my eyes and squinted, trying to see the images on the television. My head started to pound as I looked at the television. There was a red-haired male news reporter standing in front of K’s house.