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Imogen Halstead (age 17)
Word count: 549
Written especially for my dood Amanda_Upton while she's sick <3
Imogen's POV
I hate this kind of weather. It's not hot, but it's not cold. It's the kind of weather which leaves you questioning wether you should take a jacket with you or not. Unluckily for me, I must've caught some kind of sickness bug because I feel shit...
"Imogen! School starts in ten, you better be ready!" I hear will yell from the bottom of the stairs. I groan and roll onto my side, I'm not going to school like this. When I don't reply, I hear him make his ascent up the stairs. He sighs when he sees me still in bed, "I'm sick..." I try to announce but I only end up coughing. He walks towards me, "lovely..." he mutters sarcastically. After switching the lamp on, he leaves my room yet soon returns with a thermometer, "open up" he instructs and I feel like a child again...
"Alright, you can stay home. But I need to go to work. Jays shift starts at 1 so he can check in on you before work, other than that you should rest. I'll bring up some essentials, just try and sleep" he turns my lamp off again. I sniffle, "m'kay" I'm pretty sure my voice sounds like a man right now. He leans down and feels my forehead, "I'll be right back" he leaves me alone.
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"Immy..." I hear someone whisper in my ear. I peel my eyes open to see jay knelt down by my bed, "Will said you need to take these" he holds out some pills. I roll my eyes as he stands up and backs away, "god forbid you catch something from me" i huff. He holds his hands up in defence, "can you blame me?" He shrugs. I sniffle, "well I feel as bad as you look, so..." I retaliate. He scoffs a laugh, "well you clearly haven't lost the attitude" he walks over to me. I smile as I close my eyes again, "message me if you need anything, kiddo" he brushes the hair out of my face.
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"What're you doing out of bed?" I'm snapped out of thought by wills voice startling me from the kitchen door. I sigh, "I need some water" I clutch the cup in my hands. He smiles weakly, "you feeling any better?" He enquires as he approaches me. I shrug, "a little" I mumble. He pulls me into a hug, "go back to bed, I'll bring you some soup up" he advises. I nod before disappearing to my cave again...
"Here we go, immy" I look up to see Will carrying a bowl of tomato soup into my room, "Will it cure me of my sorrows?" I groan dramatically. He chuckles as he sits down on the edge of my bed, "maybe not, but it does taste pretty good" he shrugs. I smile, "was jay avoiding you earlier?" He enquires. I snort a laugh, "yup, but when he's sick he expects everyone to bow down at his feet" I shake my head. Will smiles, "well in that case, give him the sickness..." he nudges my arms. I shake my head as he leaves me be, thanks for caring gingerbread.