I was curled under my blanket with my laptop propped on a pillow, pages or study notes open on one tab, a giant mug of ginger tea on a nightstand. My stomach still twisted now and then, but the fever had calmed. I still didn't have much of an appetite.
Sloane came in through the door with a breeze of noise and her usual grace, tossing her bag on her bed and removing her sunglasses with a soft groan. Her brunette curls were pulled back in a soft, low bun, and she looked exhausted.
"Surviving the jungle out there?" I asked, shutting my laptop.
"Are you still in bed? Damn, I was halfway hoping you'd be doing a trending dance or something by now."
I gave a weak laugh. "Sorry to disappoint you. I'm still sick and still boring."
She tossed her bag onto her side of the room and kicked o
