Kendall sat by my bed, her face full of concern. “Zayden, you can argue, but don’t use your body to get angry with me, okay? You fainted with a high fever. You really scared me this time.”
“Don’t you know why I have a fever?”
Who dragged me into the rain? Who made me run outside all night?
Who said she would take me to the hospital and then went drinking with friends instead?
Kendall turned her face away, guilt flickering across her eyes.
“Let’s not talk about that. Come eat something. I made you beef stew.”
It was beef stew without meat, just a few bits of rice in a thin, cloudy broth. It looked more like scraps than food, unappetizing at first glance.
Just then, Nolan pushed open the door.
“Kendall, your beef stew is delicious, but I’m still not full. Come downstairs and eat some more with me.”
Kendall looked at me with a trace of embarrassment.
“Go ahead.” I tossed the beef stew into the trash.
“Nolan has a weak stomach…” Kendall tried to explain awkwardly, but Nolan was already pulling at her arm, urging her to leave.
After hesitating a moment, Kendall said, “I’ll bring you something good when I get back,” and hurried out with him.