Afraid that I might dié?

DEIRDRE POV

I didn't know how long it had been, but Leslie was still speaking. The only contribution I had made was just nodding my head at whatever she had said.

I couldn't exactly say anything since I was eating, and Leslie didn't mind I said nothing.

The soup and drug I took made me feel better. Although the headache had barely lessened, the queasiness I was feeling had disappeared.

I stretched out my legs from underneath me and used a pillow to brace my back before staring at Leslie again.

"You are not listening," She said.

"I was," I denied, rolling my eyes.

"You weren't," She pointed out. "If you were, what was my last statement?" she asked me.

"You spoke about..." I trailed off before shaking my head.

"You see, I wasn't joking, and I am slightly offended," Leslie narrowed her eyes, but I believed she was kidding.

She didn't look anything angry.

The only time I had ever seen her being serious was on our first day here. She had looked like she would give me a tough time, and I ha