Thoughts of Him

Clara

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. For a long moment, I just stared at the ceiling, my breathing slow and steady. Then I turned my head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

9 p.m.

I sighed and covered my face with one hand.

God. How stressful.

Two days had passed. Ever since the fever knocked me down, I’d barely been able to stand. The doctor had come two days ago, given