Bedrest

[Hyacinth]

“I was really surprised when Drew told me you were coming over,” I yawn, “I wasn’t expecting you to come to my house to take care of me. Of all people, I should be telling you to rest.”

“Nonsense,” Blake fusses over me like a mother hen watching over her baby chicks. “Once I called and learned you collapsed at work yesterday, I knew I needed to come and check on you. You are, after all, my favorite doctor.”

“I’m your only doctor,” I chuckle.

Blake walked the three blocks to my house with a crockpot full of chicken noodle soup. As her physician, I am still a little upset at her for taking that risk with her health. Crock pots can be heavy, especially when full of soup. I told her to never take that risk again, and she rolled her eyes at me telling me that friends do things like that for one another.

Friends. She sees me as a friend.

I told her I was not sick, just very exhausted, so exhausted that my body decided it needed to take a rest at just the worst moment. It