The door closes. Fae walks over to the window and lets the window curtain close.
“Get some sleep. You need all the rest you can get. We’re not sure when we’re leaving but it isn’t anytime soon. The doctor said you won’t be able to travel long distance in that state. It’ll only make things worse for you.”
I gently place my phone on the bed stand. The time shows it’s way past twelve.
“Im fine.” I say absently without knowing it could trigger her.
“What?”
“I said I’m fine-“
“Fine my ass.” Fae stomps across the room and grabs a plastic bag. She flaps it to create a gap in between. Her gaze shifts into a narrow slant. A lump forms between my throat.
Is she angry? She looks angry.
“The doctor said you got dengue. In what universe is that fine uh?”
For the slightest moment, my tongue go
