Anabelle [o.d]

#4

#4

     “HOW COME YOU all have soups and I don’t?” the groggy voice from the handsome jet black haired man echoed throughout the living room. Smiling to herself in the kitchen, Anabelle placed the pot filled with soup on the electric oven and walked herself back to the living room where sat a confused Zayn glancing around at the slurping boys. “Who are you?” he asked in more confusion.

“I’m Anabelle, Scar has sent me to take care of you boys” she gave him a motherly warm smile, “The soup is heating up”

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” he asked.

The boys laughed in the background, one of them even chocked on his soup.

“I tried, trust me. It was either cold water being thrown at you, or allowing you to have some more sleep”

“Oh, I’m sorry” he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed. He got up and cracked his back, to only fall back on the chair from blood rushing to his head. He rubbed his temples and sniffed – as his nose started running. “My nose is blocked” he pouted.

“Scar is getting the medicines, just a few more minutes and she’ll be here” she patiently explained.

“What time is it?”

Turning around to the clock located above the bed, she saw that it was already seven in the evening, “Seven, wow already?” she looked out of the window to find out it really had turned dark. Closing the curtains, she walked back to the kitchen and poured Zayn some soup into the bowl. He thanked her with a shy smile and started slurping his soup like the rest of the four boys that were halfway done – all having seemed to enjoy it.

Anabelle indeed felt proud she didn’t burn anything and the boys were enjoying her soup. Maybe she really can be a cook – she laughed internally at the thought.

The creak of a door startled her as she peaked her head into the corridor from the living room. Scarlet stood there with a bag in her hands and walked over to Anabelle and hugged her tight, “You’re a doll Ana, here I got you the meds – how are you boys doing?”

Grunts were only heard in response.

Anabelle dug through the bag reading the names of the medicines Scarlet has got her. She took out the Adol – which was specifically for fever – and placed the rest of the medicines lined up on the table where Zayn was seated still sipping on his soup. Anabelle walked first to Harry – who was on fire – and gave him two pills. Scarlet handed him a glass of water as he gulped down the pills – the soup on his lap placed carefully as not to spill on himself.

Harry smiled thankfully at Anabelle, his dimples quiet clear – she adored them very, very much.

Liam was given the pills and so was Niall. The rest of the boys were not showing any signs of fever, which was reliving. Fever wasn’t easy to handle. She knew what was coming on the three boys, the shaking. They were going to sweat and shake and it will be the most hateful thing they’ll go through.

“You made soup?” Scarlet asked as she examined the soup in the kitchen.

“Yeah” Anabelle walked form the living room over to Scar, “You alright? You don’t look so good”

“What do you mean?”

“Your face is as pale as a sheet, you sure you’re not getting sick?”

“Pfft” Scar waved her hand, “I don’t get sick”

“Everyone gets sick Scar, even nurses like me”