Features characters from my previous stories. You’ll want to read them first.
With meticulous precision, she measured each component into the bowl. The only sound she made was the gentle tapping of her spoon against the bowl.
This girl, whom had popped in and out of his life the past couple of years to pour questions on him like a heavy downpour, was unexpectedly calm in her own home.
“I’m the oldest. I have a reputation to keep,” she said when he pointed it out.
“Is that so?” Ideas stirred in his mind.
“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t bother. Everyone already knows,” she said with a calm dignity that was nothing like the mischievous girl he was familiar with.
She grinned, and the mischievous girl was back. “Don’t worry. Most people meet my calm side first, so you’re still special.”
She set the mixing spoon down. He sat up to receive the bowl and tried not to make a face. Even here, medicine tasted terrible.
“Last dose tomorrow, then we’re done,” she said as she packed the bottles into a box.
“Looking forward to it.” He handed her the empty bowl in exchange for some water to wash the taste away.
Drowsiness hit right after he laid back down on the bed, another trait that was shared with medicine back in his home city. Gentle hands pulled the blanket over him as he sank into sleep.
“Get better soon, mister.”