The young boy wasn't as energetic as usual. He had been bed-resting for the last 3 days due to a cold. His face was red and feverish. However, he couldn't stand it no more. He was agitated. He needed to get up and do something.
This is not right, he thought. I have to do something before I root in my bed.
He spread his view across his room. Across his bed, He could see his window in the middle of the wall and a bookshelf beside it, and a small single-sofa on the other side of the window. He closed his eyes and touched his bed-side drawer by his left hand. He leaned his moved sideways to the left and felt the coldness of the wall by his back. He faced his drawer and suddenly saw something was tucked behind it. He got out of his bed and crawled down, trying to get the thing.
"Aren't you supposed to be in bed, like a sick person usually do?" A sudden female voice surprised the young boy and he bumped his head. His body was under the drawer from head to waist. That female voice chuckled with the oddity in front of her.
"Can you get out from there? Or do you want me to pull you out?"
"It's OK, I can get out by my self." He crawled back and out. "Oh, it's you Lynn."
"Can't you recognise it just from my voice?"
"Oh, well. I am still dizzy. Ever single sound is like an explosion in my ears."
"That's why you should be in your bed, just like a good sick person." She pulled his hands and carried him in difficulty. A 10-year-old boy was definitely not light anymore.
"Here, I brought an onion soup and spinach pie from Granny Lisda. She was worried if something happened before your father came and brought some blueberries to us."
"My father came to the shop?"
The young lady nodded her hear while preparing the soup and pie.
"That's... unusual."
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