The medicine bottle rattled as Cassie fumbled with the cap. Her stomach knotted from sharp pains radiating within. She needed to eat instead of drinking coffee this morning, but the one Ally ordered once they left the doctor’s office smelled too enticing to pass.
Why couldn’t she have some type of sinus infection? She’d much rather blow her nose and deal with congestion than feel weak and tired.
Once she pinched a pill between her fingers, she replaced the cap then set the bottle atop the coffee table. She didn’t have the energy to take it back to the kitchen. Feed a cold, starve the flu. That’s what everyone always said. No appetite meant no calories consumed and none to burn. At least she could sip water.
As she put the pill to her lips and grabbed her bottle of water, the doorbell ch
