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Topic: SICK (05/09/19)
- TITLE: Very Sick
By Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom
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Just then, Mommy walked in. It was like she knew Wrigley needed her. She had a juice box and a pink medicine bottle with the tiny cup. Usually Wrigley hated the taste of medicine, but she felt so yucky she didn’t care. Mommy untwisted the sheets and propped the pillows under her neck. “How do you feel, Punkin? Any better?”
Wrigley shook her head. Mommy rubbed the thermometer across Wrigley’s forehead. When it beeped, Wrigley noticed Mommy made her worried face. Her eyebrows scrunched together and her lips were pulled down into a frown.
“Am I sick?” asked Wrigley.
Mommy smiled and put her arm around Wrigley. “First take your medicine.” Wrigley opened her mouth as Mommy dumped in the pink gunk. Wrigley didn’t even say, “Yuck.” Next Mommy put the juice up to Wrigley’s lips. She took two sips and then plopped back against the pillow.
Wrigley swiped off her mouth with her pajama sleeve. “You didn’t answer. Am I sick?"
Mommy chuckled. “Yes, you’re very sick.”
Wrigley's chest heaved with sobs. Mommy tried to tuck the blanket around Wrigley’s body, but Wrigley shoved it away. Tears plopped down her cheeks. She wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn’t listen to her brain. A huge snot bubble grew bigger and bigger until it finally popped all over her face. “I. sob Don’t wanna. sob Die.” She buried her head into Mommy’s arms, wiping tears, green snot, and pink gunk on Mommy’s shirt.
Mommy rubbed her back. “Don’t be silly. I didn’t say you were going to die.”
Mommy brushed Wrigley's hair out of her face. “No, I didn’t. I just said you’re very sick.”
“See. You said it again.”
Wrigley studied Mommy’s face. Mommy looked confused, like when she caught Wrigley dumping soap and fizzy tablets into the toilet. When the toilet bubbled over the floor, Mommy got a mad look too. But right now, she just looked confused. “Don’t ya ‘member?”
Mommy shook her head. “I didn’t say you were dying.”
Sighing, Wrigley looked at Mommy. “’Member you went to the hop-it-al? I asked if you was gonna die.”
Suddenly, the confused look left Mommy’s face. She scooped Wrigley into her arms and rocked her. “Ooohhh, now I know what you mean. I told you that I was just sick. And people only die when they are very sick and the doctors can’t make them better.”
Wrigley nodded, relieved that Mommy finally remembered. But her tummy still felt afraid.
Mommy kissed her forehead. “Oh Punkin, I’m so sorry. When I said you were very sick, I just meant you had a high fever. You’re not going to die. The medicine will help you feel better soon.”
Snuggling deeper into Mommy’s arms, Wrigley could barely keep her eyes open. “You sure?”
“Positive.” Mommy rubbed her back. It helped make the scared feeling go away. Soon Wrigley drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up, she noticed Mommy had crawled into bed with her and was sleeping. Wrigley’s head didn’t hurt as bad and that yucky hot feeling had left her. She didn’t think she was going to die anymore. Mommy looked really tired though, so Wrigley decided not to wake her up. Instead, she leaned over Mommy and watched her sleep.
Mommy’s eyes fluttered open. Wrigley traced Mommy’s face with her finger. Mommy smiled. “Feeling better?”
Nodding, Wrigley said, “Lots. And know what?”
Mommy sat up and stretched. “What?”
“I was silly to be ah-scared of dying. Cuz I know Jesus is in heaven. And so is your grandma.”
Mommy hugged Wrigley. “You’re right. I know Grandma is in heaven with Jesus.”
“Know what else I ‘membered? When the doctors told Grandma she was going to die soon, she wasn’t ah-scared. She told me she was excited to go to heaven and see Jesus. I was silly to be afraid.”
“Everyone gets scared sometimes," said Mommy.
Wrigley tapped her finger on her chin. “Mmm, maybe. Next time, you should think before you speak. 'Kay?"
Mommy laughed and kissed Wrigley. “Okay.“
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