TIFFANY'S POV
She got home later in the day, and met Shawn watching television.
“Good evening.” She greeted.
He gave her a curt nod without turning to look at her.
“Umm…Did you come for my spelling bee competition?” She asked.
“No, I didn't.” He replied, still not looking away from the television.
“I thought I saw you. One minute you were there, sitted in the crowd and the next minute I couldn't find you.” Tiffany said.
“When was the last time you treated malaria?” Shawn asked, finally turning to look at her.
“I don't know. Few months back. I rarely fall sick.” Tiffany replied, confused at his question.
“Well, you have to see a doctor and get treated for strong malaria, because you're obviously beginning to see things.” Shawn said, before turning to the television.
“There we go
