I wake to Danny lying next to me on my bed. "Hi," he says softly when my eyes focus on him.
"Hi," I croak back, desperately guzzling water from my nightstand. "You probably don't want to lay there. I mean, I've got the flu."
He feels my forehead with the back of his hand and then sticks a thermometer under my tongue. "I know you do. Did you get a flu shot this year?"
I shake my head and wait for the thermometer to beep. "No, my mom says they're a white conspiracy to inject brown people with something to make use all sickly."
He shows me the thermometer. 103.6. "When's the last time you had meds?"
I shrug. "Probably four or five hours ago."
He pours out some Tylenol and some Advil and has me take them. "Lay down, Baby. I'm gonna read to you until you fall asleep again." He pulls a copy of Anne of Green Gables off my shelf and starts at the beginning. His voice is tender and fluid, like I remember my dad's being when we were kids and he read to us. Slowly, my eyelids get heavier and heavier. Before Anne has even been picked up from the Bright River station, I am asleep.
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