Sick Time

                The pounding on her door throbbed almost as the pounding in Angelique’s head. She struggled out of bed and went to the door.

                “Who is it?” she croaked.

                “It’s Randy. Are you okay? You weren’t at breakfast. You’ll be late for class with Luva if you don’t hurry.”

                “I feel like I’m dying. Don’t queen candidates get time off for being sick?”

                “You go back to bed. I’ll explain to Luva. I’m sure you’ll be able to make it up when you’re better.” He couldn’t keep the worry out of his voice, though. “I’ll be back soon.”

                “Just come in when you get back. You don’t have to knock.”

                Randy ran faster than he ever had in his life. He gasped out an explanation to Luva.

                “Tell Angelique it’s all right. If she doesn’t take care of herself first, she can’t take care of anyone else.”

                The younger guardian ran back to Angelique’s room. Her sleep was fitful at best. He filled a basin with ice water and sat down next to her bed. He kissed her forehead, then pressed a cold, damp washcloth against her brow. He repeated the action until at last her sleep seemed to be more relaxed. Her forehead was cooler now as well. He had responsibilities he needed to take care of, but at the moment all he wanted to do was watch her sleep.