I hate being sick. But I kind of like spending the night at the infirmary. It’s so quiet… and someone brings me soup. I don’t even have to get out of bed… which works for me right now because I am so done throwing up.
I was bored, though. And then… I wasn’t.
Sometimes, professors send homework when they’re notified that they have a student in the infirmary. I was hoping that wouldn’t happen because I didn’t think I was up to doing any of it. But… I guess Professor Doctor Strange thought my Chem homework was really important. So he asked if anyone would bring it to me. And someone volunteered.
When I heard a knock, I expected a nurse… but what I got was… definitely not a nurse.
I think I may have gasped. I got so flustered. I hope he didn’t notice. But, come on. He probably did. Or he was so grossed out by my pale face and unwashed hair that he didn’t.
Ethan apologized for bothering me. Bothering me! My God, he has no idea how much he was not bothering me…
He told me what I missed in class. He had even copied his notes for me. Complete with a cute little doodle of a sad face. He said it wasn’t the same without me. God, he is so cute… and dreamy. And I’m hopeless.
But maybe I’ll pass Chem after all… because I’ve read Ethan’s notes, like, fifty times.
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