Ronni shrugged at him. She didn't feel like she had to, she wanted to.
She did go back to the other apartment, and grabbed his bag. She set it by the couch, rather than handing it directly to him, and went back to her chair, watching him.
That cough didn't sound good, but⦠it was clean so far.
Lucas gave her a small, slightly wary smile.
"Thanks." He told her, reaching forward and pulling the bag to him by it's singular strap. He rummaged through it for a minute before he pulled out his journal. He then pulled out an emerald green colored felt tip pen and opened the spiral notebook to the first blank page and began writing.
I'm still not sure of the date, honestly.
So, I think I might be sick. Funny story actually, I've always acted like the idea of getting the deluxe flu doesn't scare me, but now that the possibility that I might have it is out in the open, im momentarily, of course, scared shitless.
I mean, yeah, I'm still not sure if I actually the deluxe flu and not some other sickness, but I'm still scared. Nobody wants to be around me, because they're scared too and honestly, I can't say I blame them too much.
I've gotten a bit *upset at how everyone is avoiding me, yes, I know it's because they're watching out for themselves, but it still kind of hurts, y'know?*
Ronni stayed, or at least she's across the room from me in the spare apartment I'm staying in, until we can determine if I have the deluxe or not.
I think that small act of kindness, rather than staying away from me, made things a little better, at least in terms of emotions it did.
We found two new dogs, their boxers. A mother and her pup. Ronni helped me name them, Marti, for the mom and Walli, for the puppy.
I hope everyone in the other apartment takes care of them for me.
I guess I'll stop for now, my eyes hurt and my head is making reading my own writing and thinking about the words to write hurt.
Lucas.