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“This is so much better than making toast with your terrifying toaster!” Morgan had taken me to go get bagels at a place because that horrible, horrible toaster had finally broken.
“Mhm…” She was walking next to me, stumbling a bit more than usual. She had opted out of food and had just gotten a coffee, the most concerning thing was that it was black and she had drunk all of it before it had even stopped steaming.
“Are you okay? You’ve been a bit off all day.”
“I’m fine.” Well that was obviously a lie, she sounded like just saying that was a struggle.
“Really? Because you're about to walk into a pole.” I grabbed her by the shoulders to guide her away from it.
“Oh, great…” She then went limp in my arms.
“Oh shit!” I stumbled and fell and I tried to get my balance back. I could lift a car but this was a bit unexpected, also I didn’t want to crush Morgan.
“Guess we’ll go home then.” I picked her up bridal style and was immediately back home, guess that’s why I was always get away driver. I checked their pulse, though I probably could have figured out if she was alive or not since she was pressed against my chest. That was something I was forcing myself not to things about.
I laid her out on her bed and threw a blanket that had been bunched up on the floor on top of her.
“Great! Now what do I do?” I put my hand against her forehead then shot it back. “People aren’t supposed to be that hot, temperature speaking of course.”
A rebellious voice in the back of my head reminded me that I thought about Morgon on a near daily basis, though not temperature related at all. The rest of my head wondered if I could fight myself, I could probably find a way.
I decided that water would be a good idea. That’s what you do when your plants wilting, it’s got to be the same thing when your best friend’s sick right?
The apartment, as always, was a bit of a mess with about twenty more dishes lying in the sink than last time, the entire place was as packed full of stuff as you could make it without it turning into a black hole. The only clean dishes in the cabinet was a single plate that looks like it’s been broken and glued a million times. I decided to just clean out one of the many, many cups that filled the sink and fill it up with water.
“Note to self to clean the dishes later.” Morgan was busy plotting elaborate schemes and being just flirty enough that I can’t tell if it was a hint or a platonic gesture. God, I need more friends so I can have a baseline.
I walked back to Morgan’s room, glaring at the toaster that broke completely naturally by itself this morning. I wasn't able to be in the room when Morgan found it, my face would have given away my crime.
“Ah fuck!” My foot caught on something, I don’t know what, and I almost spilled all the water. God, having a million things on the floor is inconvenient.
I set the water on the bedsit table and sat down by Morgan’s side.
“Well, now I can’t think of anything to do.” Maybe I could go clean up, give her peace of mind when she woke up.
I started up but I felt something holding me down. I looked down to see Morgan's hand holding on to my shirt.
“Please. Don’t, don’t go.”