"This sucks," I complained from my position on Noah's couch. I was finally feeling good enough to actually sit up and keep some food down. Given, the food that I was able to keep down was small bits of toast. I was still staying at Noah's apartment because I couldn't imagine going out into the traffic of New York City. I was okay with being there because it was such a nice place.
"Do you want to complain a little more?" Noah joked from the kitchen where he was making me some vegetable soup.
"If you want me to. Anything for you, dear," I said sarcastically.
He entered the living room, carrying two mugs of soup. "The fact that you don't eat meat makes my life so much harder," he complained.
"Now who's complaining?" I said triumphantly, accepting the soup.
He glared at me before continuing what he was saying. "My mom used to make the most amazing chicken noodle soup when I was sick as a kid. I have the recipe, but you don't get to partake in the glory of chicken noodle soup."
"I've partaken in the glory," I said indignantly. "I'd be willing to bet that my grandmother's sopa de pollo would blow your American soup out of the water." I took a bite of my soup. "However, this soup is very good."
"So you weren't always a vegetarian?" Noah asked.
"Pescetarian, and no," I sighed, wrapping my hands around the mug.
I took another small bite of the soup. I didn't want to push my stomach's boundaries when it came to food. I could tell that I needed food. I'd been suffering from dizzy spells and my stomach ached from hunger constantly. However much I wanted to gobble down the soup as fast as I could, I knew that it wouldn't do me much good because I'd just vomit it all back up.
My phone went off from somewhere in the nest of blankets in which I was currently residing. I'd been cold constantly in the days that I'd been sick. I dove for the phone, digging through the pile of blankets for it. I'd texted Gabriel a few days earlier telling him that I was sick and asking whether it was a side effect from the portal that Gabriel sent me through. I'd been waiting for days for his response.
Sorry to hear that. I've heard that the portal can cause one to get sick.
Oh, so now you answer, I texted back sarcastically. I've felt like I was on the verge of death for the past few days.
Apologies. I can come to help with your sickness, if you like, read the reply.
Thought you'd never ask, I answered, tossing my phone back down onto the couch.
"Who was that?" Noah asked.
"A friend that wants to come by to try to make me feel better," I said. "I figured you'd be fine with it and glad to get me out of your hair."
"To be completely honest, I don't mind that you're here, but I'm glad that someone," Noah said. "Who is it?"
"Um..." crap. "He's...well...it's complicated," Well said, Anita.
"Oh," said Noah. "Well."
I raised an eyebrow. "We're not...together, if that's what you think. Honestly, I don't know why that would batter to you."
"It doesn't. Not really. I just don't want to get in between you and a boyfriend, that's all," Noah said smoothly.
I knew that something about his excuse was off, but I let it slide. "How noble of you," I said, somewhat sarcastically.
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