Until You're Cured

Eleven Days

A/N: I managed to get it done for you guys. I hope you enjoy. Love you all.

Emmi

Eleven Days

Sadly, I have to get up long before Scott's even semi-awake, which really sucks. Aside from my moral opposition to being out of bed before nine when there's no school, I'd been hoping that I could spend every second of one of our two Saturdays with Scott. But, I had called Kirstie to find out when she would be working today. I'd have passed on Avi's message then but phone conversations are closely monitored.

Sadly, she's got the first shift of the day today. That means if I'm going to be at the corner store in time to see her, I have be there no later than nine.  So, for the purpose of helping my friends, I drag myself away from the comfortable bed and away from Scott. The basement air that's always slightly colder than the rest of the house hits my bare chest and I immediately want to crawl back in next to Scott. But no. I have to talk to Kirstie and it's important.

In the bathroom, I check myself in the mirror. Why did we forget that these things have to stay hidden? The dark patches dotting my skin aren't that bad except for the one large blotch under the corner of my jaw. That one'll need makeup.

I throw on a button up and jeans and trudge up two flights of stairs to Katy and Miranda's room. I try to figure out the quietest way to get in, get the cover up and get out. But the door hinges squeak and Katy sits up.

"I need cover up," I mutter, looking at the mess that is her desk.

Katy's eyes scan me. A smirk crosses her lips as she sees the few spots I couldn't cover. "I thought you might. You two are so lucky that our parents are heavy sleepers. Eli probably heard you too, if I did"

"Seriously? You could hear us two floor away?" That's pretty hard to believe.

"No, I'm just messing with you. I just figured you'd be here asking for cover up at some point. Although, I will say, I didn't think it'd be this early in the game, Mitchie," Katy laughs.

"Screw you. So, cover up?"

"On my desk. I  have two, you'll want the darker one. You're not as white as Scott," she tells me.

I turn to her desk, littered with schoolwork and drawings. I lift one drawing while looking for the small glass bottles. It's of her little sister, lying asleep in her bed. The pencil sketch is so realistic, you'd have thought you could jump through the page, tap Miranda on the shoulder, and wake her up.

I pick up the next drawing. Her dad playing outside with Jacob. The date in the bottom right corner tells me that it was done three days ago. The next picture is a sight that has greeted me every morning that I've woken up here. Eli's down-turned, scowling face above his cereal bowl. But his eyes don't fit the normal, hard expression. They're soft and looking up, filled with something I can't quite name. You can see just the edge of my shoulder on the side of the picture and Eli appears to be looking at me.

The final picture shows half of the dinner table. Everything is slightly blurred, except for Scott and I's linked hands under the table. It's beautiful. I want that scene to live on forever and now, it can.

"You find it yet?" Katy asks, snapping me out of my daze.

"No. You know, you're really good at this," I say holding up the drawings.

A dark blush creeps over her cheeks. "Thanks," she mumbles. "I was going to copy that top one and give you and Scott each one. So you can't forget."

I cross the room in three steps and hug her. "It's perfect," I whisper, then grab the make up that actually had been on her nightstand. After dabbing it over the marks, I head out for the corner store.