Author’s POV:
Page woke up with someone rapping at her bedroom door. She stirred and groggily admonished that someone to come in. It was eight’ o' clock, the sun was merrily basking outside her windowpane.
“Breakfast is ready, Ms. Page,” Nadz muttered dryly.
Page noticed something about Nadz. She wasn’t in her usual glow; her eyes were bloodshot and droopy. Was she still sick?
“You look sick, are you still sick?” Page asked as he fixed Nadz a steady gaze.
Nadz touched her forehead and her neck. She frowned and checked herself on Page’s vanity mirror.
“Yikes, who are you?” Nadz muttered to herself. Page laughed comically at that and tidied up her bed.
“I was looking for you yesterday when I got home but Aunt Emma said you’re not feeling well. Are you okay now?” Page asked at her onc
