Chapter Thirty-One‘Morning, Jenna. You up?’ I push on the door cautiously. She’s not usually awake before I go to school, but I’m hoping this morning she is. I need to speak to her.
‘Come in.’ She’s in bed, wrapped up in multiple blankets, hot water bottle clutched to her stomach. She looks freezing.
‘Jeez. Are you okay? Do you need anything?’ I sit on the end of the bed awkwardly. I hate seeing her like this, like she’s been for the past few days. Weak, uncomfortable, in pain. I hate it because no matter how many cups of tea she’s brought or baths she’s run or hugs she’s given, they never make a proper difference.
‘I’m fine. It looks worse than it is.’ She props herself up on her pillows. ‘Just a little cold. Any stupid bug feels a hundred-times worse with cancer.’
‘Right. Anyway.’ I
