Dear, Bunny

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B U N N Y

"Here, I found some." I tap Kat on the shoulder.

She has her head buried in the couch and her eyes closed. After another minute of me poking and prodding her she opens her eyes and sits up to take the small pills from my hand.

"Are you sick?" I ask her again.

"I don't know..."

"Are you pregnant??" I stared at her.

"Bunny! I-I think I may be getting sick. With all of this bad weather we've been having."

She's right. I can still hear the gentle tapping of raindrops against the bedroom window.

"My stomach hurts worse than my head now but it may just be because I'm hungry."

Or because I'm stressing you the fuck out and you look like you're going to vomit on our couch.

"Oh, well the pizza should be here soon."

"Mhmm,"she tips her head back and takes a drink of water to swallow the medicine.

I can tell by the loss of color in her cheeks that she isn't feeling well.

"What should I do?"

There is a knock at the door. The pizza of course. I cover Kat's bare lower half with the blanket before walking to the door. I greeted the young boy before signing my name on the receipt and closing the door behind me.

"Here, you have to eat." I tell her as she groans again.

"I'm not hungry."

"You just said you were."

She pulls herself to sit up while pulling the blanket up over her lap.

"One piece,"she argues.

"Fine, one."

I sit next to her and pull her feet onto my lap while we eat. She takes slow, small bites, emphasizing her chewing to prove a point to me. Even when ill she has her attitude and I love that. She leans forward placing her empty plate on the table before closing her eyes again.

"We should go to the hospital." I suggest.

"I'm fine, it's just a stomach flu or something."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've been sick before, everyone has. It's not that big of a deal."

"It feels like it..."

She opens her eyes and reaches her arm for me to move closer to her. "I'm fine, I just need sleep." She grips my shirt between her fingers and lays her head on my chest.

"Lets go to bed." I instruct and she shakes her head.

I ignored her quiet protests and lift her off of the couch, practically dragging her upstairs into our bedroom and lay her gently on the side of the bed.

I sigh and roll onto my back, keeping one arm hooked around her waist and stares up at the ceiling. I don't like this at all. Her skin is damp and glistening with moisture, her lips and cheeks are pale, and she's breathing too heavily.

If I lay here and stare at her I'll go insane. She is stubborn and refuses to go to the hospital but what if it's something serious. She was fine a few hours ago. The possibilities are endless..

"Kat." I shake her arm.

"What,"she opens one eye.

"Can we go to the hospital now?"