-Week-12-Fact or fiction?
The day went with its usual uneventfulness, Mickey got yelled at for napping in the pantry, some old lady almost choked on a clam and Emily threatened to quit again, nothing more than the usual day, the surprise came when I got home and found her on the couch.
She was sitting with her feet on the couch clenching her knees like the first time I saw her, except this time she was wearing the clothes I gave her, and she seemed somehow...dry
"Hey" I said. She just smiled. I sat next to her and we just stared at each-other for a while.
"I'm gonna make some soup, would you like some?" but she just smiled.
I went to bed and to my surprise she was there the next morning, the soup untouched her lips chapped, her skin paler and the color seemed to be fading from her hair, eyes, nails, everywhere the color was fading. I got her some water and she downed the entire glass in seconds, so I got her a third, fourth, eight, and by the fourteenth glass she stopped. I gave her some chapstick but she only stared at it, so I opened it slowly and put some on myself, she copied me and I was glad. Her smile was still there.