=6:16am, 20th February 2016=
"Heya, this is Silas. I hate voicemails so if it's not a life or death emergency, please bugger off. Cheerio!"
[Silas lies sick on his bed, but is listening to Naya's voicemail.]
"Hey... are you sick? Because that's a life or death situation here. You haven't answered my calls since 5 in the morning. I just hope you're okay. If it's anything medical, I can help you with it. You said you went to Brazil? So maybe dengue, zika, chikungunya? If it's any of those, just make sure you see a doctor. Drink a lot of water, DON'T take aspirins, and make sure you-" *beep*
[Silas with the phone on his ear, laughs at her voicemail, coughing hardly.]
"Okay, sweetheart."
"Rest well..." [Rubbing her temple, she heaves a sigh, falling back onto her bed.]
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pS: silas is saying 'okay, sweetheart' WHILE naya says 'rest well'
but nuuuu bby (;'༎ຶД༎ຶ')
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Short StoryShort story with tablespoons of romance, teaspoons of comedy and pinches of drama. highest @ #12, thank you for all the love - "Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!" "What a rude salutation. This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up...
