It had been a full week since the day he fell ill. He sat unmoving on his bed and he listened to Madame Rachel and Bess speak. From the moment they had walked in together with his breakfast, he knew something was up. The last time that happened he had been very sick, now that he wasn't it could only mean one thing.
"Good morning Madame Rachel. Good morning Bess," he greeted both of them with a huge smile but knew the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Vernon, good to see you're awake. I was worried we might be bringing breakfast and you would still be fast asleep." Madame Rachel spoke.
He was completely fine now and for the past two days, he had been eating lunch and dinner in the cafeteria but for some reason, Madame Rachel always made sure he had his breakfast in the infirmary and on the
