Sickness and Health
“How’s the Bit doin’?”
“She liked the watching T.V. and missing school part, but her fever spiked a few minutes ago.” Spike deliberated, staring up the stairs. “You should check in. She’s expecting it,” Tara joked.
It was sweet, the way he peeked through the door, unsure; how he moved silently to sit in the chair next to Dawn’s bed.
“Please, don’t leave,” Dawn whispered, voice scratchy.
“Won’t leave you alone,” Spike replied.
Tara watched from the door, somehow the matriarch of her own family. As she went to make Dawn tea, a voice in her head whispered.