“I can make your deliveries,” Zach said and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
“You can’t, Zach! That’s…dangerous.”
Ari grimaced but if he had any question as to why, he didn’t say.
“I’m going to be fine,” Zach started very confidently but by the end he was mumbling.
Thankfully, Warren stepped up and offered to make the deliveries.
“And the fields can wait another day,” Ari said, patting my hand and putting away his things in his briefcase.
“So lie back down and rest. Doctor’s orders. Right?” Zach asked and glanced at Ari, who smiled a yes at me.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt it. The soreness. The heaviness all over. I was wiped and I’d barely done anything. I hated to admit it, but maybe they were right.
Maybe I needed to rest. Maybe if I closed my eyes for a second I’d feel better when I woke up. Maybe…
I drifted off before I knew it was happening and when I opened my eyes again I felt all fuzzy and discombobulated. I had no idea how much time had passed but it felt like I’d slept all day.
Zach was there, of course. He was sitting on the armchair at the corner of the room, reading a book. I observed him for a bit, and I choked down a chuckle when his eyes started to flicker, and he looked like he was about to doze off.
I must have made some noise because he turned to me and he was up on his feet right away.
“Hey,” he said. “How are you feeling?”
I groaned.
“Like somebody is sitting on me.”
Zach chuckled.
“What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?”
Zach checked the time.
“A couple of hours.”
“Feels like ten,” I grumbled.
“Are you hungry? I’ve made some chicken soup.”
I closed my eyes and focused on my stomach trying to interpret what it actually needed.
“Not sure,” I said.
I felt sick at the thought of food, yet so hungry I could eat everything.
Boy, I was really sick, wasn’t I?
“Let me get you some and you can see how you feel, okay?”
I nodded and Zach left the room. It felt emptier without him.
Ifelt emptier without him.
I groaned again.
What the hell is wrong with me?
