It had to be the flu, she half thought half mumbled on their way up.
"Where's Pop?" she then asked as they made it to her room and Sam getting
her to the bed before she half fell the rest of the way, groaning and waving
her good hand toward her friend's effort to get her under the covers. She
was supposed to have called him today and looked at the phone on her bedside
table and tried reaching for it.
She managed to pull it toward her by using the cord that was nearer to her
than the phone, sticking the earpiece next to her face while Sam tended to
her other hand.
She looked at the keypad and grumbled something about 'why can't we be the
jetsons and just say a name without dialing...' before somehow managing to
dial the number and waiting for an answer.
"Sleeping in I suspect," Sam replied giving the covers a valiant struggle,
which she won. Triumphantly she tucked them around her friend. "You're
burning up, we should the doctor."
Sam
