Archer
“Archer?” Her soft voice says from behind me. I stop breathing for a second before I turn around, away from my mother to look at her. Her eyes are open and clear from the fever that was there the last time she opened those beautiful light blue eyes. I let out my breath and then make my way to her, all the way praying that she won’t be vomiting her guts out again.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her when I get to her side, taking her hand in mine. Her eyes go to our hands, hers so small wrapped in mine, and to my relief, she doesn’t pull away like I expected her to.
“I’m just really thirsty, but otherwise I feel alright.” She says with a small smile when her eyes reach mine again. I wonder if she heard any of the conversation that I had with my mother.
“I will call the doctor and af
