Honey Queen Part I
“I think I’m sick.”
I stopped short.
“My throat hurts. Cough…cough.”
“What?” I frowned at this strange conversation at the start of the day. I scrutinized his face after Dylan had been coughing for some time. He looked back at me. He did not look so good. His hands flew to his neck to tell me that he had a sore throat.
He was perfectly fine yesterday. How come he got sick out of nowhere?
“Who did you catch a cold from?”
“I’m with you all the time. Who would I get it from?” He pouted his lips at me. I was certain that I was fine. I was strong as long as they did not eat me. “Maybe I’m not used to the weather up here, so I got sick.”
“Do you want to see a doctor?”
“I hate hospitals.” His words prompted me to put the book I was reading down on the table. I got up and put my hand onto his forehead to check the difference between our body temperatures. Dylan was normally warm, but he was a little warmer than usual. “How is it?”