four
four.
one hundred and fifty words
don't think, don't speak
"I'll be right back," Jessica says in a whisper and smiles gently as she softly pads away. Tucked under several blankets with a thermometer protruding from her chapped, sickly lips, Yoon A frowns. They are the only ones awake at this time ("Taeyeon," Jessica had insisted, "go to sleep. I'll take care of her until morning.") and - maybe it's the fever - but Yoon A is thinking. Sometimes, Yoon A thinks that Jessica only cares for her so much (is so overprotective, is so gentle, is so warm and is so loving) because Jessica misses Krystal so much and that Yoon A is simply her sister-replacement.
Jessica returns with a few pills of Nyquil and a promise to stay by her side until she feels better.
It might be the fever that's making her delirious, but Yoon A has an aching feeling that she will never actually feel better.
one hundred and fifty words
don't think, don't speak
"I'll be right back," Jessica says in a whisper and smiles gently as she softly pads away. Tucked under several blankets with a thermometer protruding from her chapped, sickly lips, Yoon A frowns. They are the only ones awake at this time ("Taeyeon," Jessica had insisted, "go to sleep. I'll take care of her until morning.") and - maybe it's the fever - but Yoon A is thinking. Sometimes, Yoon A thinks that Jessica only cares for her so much (is so overprotective, is so gentle, is so warm and is so loving) because Jessica misses Krystal so much and that Yoon A is simply her sister-replacement.
Jessica returns with a few pills of Nyquil and a promise to stay by her side until she feels better.
It might be the fever that's making her delirious, but Yoon A has an aching feeling that she will never actually feel better.