SE: Xander's sick!
Okay journal this is so bad. Xander couldn't even come over yesterday because he was sick. Xander never has missed cartoons with me EVER on a Saturday!
He's never sick either! I'm not sure what happened. I called him and he sounded so pale and green. I mean not that you can actually sound that way I suppose, but he really sounded ill. So I took over some chicken soup, because my mom always says that there are good things in chicken soup to make you feel better. Like pencillin. I wasn't sure if Campbells had that but it seemed okay with the chicken and stars. I could be wrong.
So I go over there later on today and Xander's in the basement kind of not moving. "Mom? I thought I told you no more oatmeal.." He's all curled in the couch. I could see him sweating. His little hair had done some curls. He looked kind of cute. All Xander like. And sick, but Xander. "Nope, sorry no oatmeal today, just some good chicken soup," I approached the couch with caution.
He sat up slowly. "Oh hey Willow, sorry I missed cartoons, what happened on Justice League?"
"Oh well you know Wonder Woman did this thing with her bracelets," and then I demonstrated mock blocking bullets "But then Batman had to save her cause she got captured and..it wasn't that great this week. Wonder Woman shouldn't ever need saving!"
"Will, they work as a team," he said sighing. "Without Batman, Wonder Woman would be lost."
"But still..Nevermind." I opened up the bag of chicken soup and handed him the thermos. "I brought you soup! Mom says it should help you to be strong again."
He pushed it away. "Ugh no, soup, not so much."
I frowned. "But Xander you always like my mom's soup."
"Not today Willow."
"Xander why are you all poopy feeling? What'd you eat?"
"Pizza, I had an extra slice of Tara's pizza."
I sat in the chair across from Xander looking at him, he looked like he was getting sicker by the moment. "Hey Xander, do you have any samples?"
He blinked. "Samples? Why do you want that?"
"Well, if there's any way to figure out what you're sick with, a microscope would be able to tell."
"Um, no, crusties unless mom didn't wash my sweater."
I looked at my paper bag. "I'll take my chances." I looked around for some tweezers and found some and went over to Xander's sweater and sure enough his mom hadn't washed it yet. Yech. I pinched my nose and took the little crumbs off it and scraped it into the bag. "Well I got enough for a slide."
"Willow what if it's just food poisoning? I mean that's what it is, right?"
I shrugged. "I don't know Xander, I'm not a doctor."
I got up to get going. I wanted to check these things out at the school. "Feel better Xander, I'll see you at school okay?"
He sighed. "What if I'm dying!"
I rolled my eyes. "You're not dying Xander. Trust me. Death is kind of creepy."
He's never sick either! I'm not sure what happened. I called him and he sounded so pale and green. I mean not that you can actually sound that way I suppose, but he really sounded ill. So I took over some chicken soup, because my mom always says that there are good things in chicken soup to make you feel better. Like pencillin. I wasn't sure if Campbells had that but it seemed okay with the chicken and stars. I could be wrong.
So I go over there later on today and Xander's in the basement kind of not moving. "Mom? I thought I told you no more oatmeal.." He's all curled in the couch. I could see him sweating. His little hair had done some curls. He looked kind of cute. All Xander like. And sick, but Xander. "Nope, sorry no oatmeal today, just some good chicken soup," I approached the couch with caution.
He sat up slowly. "Oh hey Willow, sorry I missed cartoons, what happened on Justice League?"
"Oh well you know Wonder Woman did this thing with her bracelets," and then I demonstrated mock blocking bullets "But then Batman had to save her cause she got captured and..it wasn't that great this week. Wonder Woman shouldn't ever need saving!"
"Will, they work as a team," he said sighing. "Without Batman, Wonder Woman would be lost."
"But still..Nevermind." I opened up the bag of chicken soup and handed him the thermos. "I brought you soup! Mom says it should help you to be strong again."
He pushed it away. "Ugh no, soup, not so much."
I frowned. "But Xander you always like my mom's soup."
"Not today Willow."
"Xander why are you all poopy feeling? What'd you eat?"
"Pizza, I had an extra slice of Tara's pizza."
I sat in the chair across from Xander looking at him, he looked like he was getting sicker by the moment. "Hey Xander, do you have any samples?"
He blinked. "Samples? Why do you want that?"
"Well, if there's any way to figure out what you're sick with, a microscope would be able to tell."
"Um, no, crusties unless mom didn't wash my sweater."
I looked at my paper bag. "I'll take my chances." I looked around for some tweezers and found some and went over to Xander's sweater and sure enough his mom hadn't washed it yet. Yech. I pinched my nose and took the little crumbs off it and scraped it into the bag. "Well I got enough for a slide."
"Willow what if it's just food poisoning? I mean that's what it is, right?"
I shrugged. "I don't know Xander, I'm not a doctor."
I got up to get going. I wanted to check these things out at the school. "Feel better Xander, I'll see you at school okay?"
He sighed. "What if I'm dying!"
I rolled my eyes. "You're not dying Xander. Trust me. Death is kind of creepy."