Kathryn sighed. It was awful that anyone had to be sick, especially in such a seemingly wonderful place. Shuffling through the cabinets in her room she pulled out the ingredients for soup and dropped them carefully into a basket. If her papa taught her one thing when she was little, it was that when it’s made from scratch, it warms the soul. Food that was produced in factories and came from a can was simply a substitute for the real thing.
Her appearance was rather shaggy, but she figured Charlie wouldn’t mind, seeing as the only thing she would be doing is tending to the girl. Clad in some dark wash shorts and a light purple tanktop, Kat took off in the direction she was ordered. The pathway was a light stone, and the contrast between the rocks and the tan grains of sand made everything so bright. In all honesty, the longer she was on the island, the more her mind tried to understand why and how she was summed here. What was so special about her that she was brought to a place in the middle of no where, and injected with something that greatly altered her hormones.
Either way, today wasn’t about her. It was about Charlie, and her health. She’d had her fair share of “colds” in the past and knew that it would a dreadful burden to carry. Walking past the final row of rooms she stared intently at each of the plaques on the door, “622… 623… 624. Bingo.”
The Latina figured that it’d be okay to enter without knocking. If her “patient” was sleeping, she didn’t want to wake her. Speaking out in a hushed tone, Kathryn made her presence clear, “Charlie? Honey, it’s me Kathryn… If you don’t need anything right now I’m gonna start making your soup, okay?”
Our whole universe was in a hot, dense, state, at the sound of the theme song coming on once again, Charlie rolled onto her stomach and groaned, reaching for the remote to the TV. She had officially finished the complete Second Season of The Big Bang Theory, and damn - it was kind of worth it. She had discovered the show back in New York, but Quinn had never been interested. She had brought it with her to the Island, simply because she wasn’t great at making friends, and knew she might end up getting bored. It hadn’t happened like that, exactly, but Charlie did end up staying in bed for most of the day.
But, alas, Kathryn was on her way, so Charlie decided to get up and at least get dressed. She went into her suitcase, and pulled out a pair of leggings, and a simple sweater. Having a cold would make you extremely chilly, but you would be sweating. It didn’t matter to Charlie, though. She simply wanted to be warm. Tying her tangled hair up into a pony tail, Charlie coughed into her arm and huffed quietly, before flopping back onto the bed. “Stupid Shrimp, giving me stupid food poisoning,” she growled under her breath as she pulled the covers over her head, bringing her knees up to her chest as she sighed.
Ten minutes later, Charlie heard the familiar sound of Starman by David Bowie coming from her Blackberry. She reached underneath her pillow where the cell phone was laying, and scrolled through her text messages, another sigh passing through her lips when she read the text from Quinn, that said she refused to clean up her puke. Un sure of whether her sister was being sarcastic, or was really telling her that she wasn’t going to clean up her puke, Charlie didn’t text back, and slipped her phone back under her pillow.
She was laying there, shifting uncomfortably when she heard the door open. At first, she was startled, but she quickly reminded herself that there was someone coming over to take care of her. In fact, she had just met the girl yesterday and she was already offering to take care of her. Charlie thought it was incredibly kind of her, considering that they barely knew each other, but since Quinn wasn’t available, Charlie was willing to take any kind of help she was able to get. “Hello, Kathryn,” Char replied softly, allowing a small smile to tug at her lips. “Yes, that’s fine. I don’t need anything, right now. Thank you again, for doing this,” she spoke, voice groggy and congested.
Dianna Agron - Candids 2011
Haha. Okay. Well I’ll be there soon.
This is from the annual Winter Formal my school back in New York used to host every year. It was quite an amazing event.