Stone Cold

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE." Margaux sounded low and irritated when she spoke. With her lips tight and eyebrows furrowed, she watched Alberta walk across her room and place a food tray on her bedside table. "Didn't I order you to call Rome—"

"He rejected."

Then there was that deafening silence again when Margaux ran out of words to say, scraping her ears like what happened in the treehouse was only yesterday.

It had been a week since The bruises on her feet were beginning to heal. Some doctor visits, some painkillers, and a little bed rest later, she was back to being as healthy as a bull. Her heart didn't cope as well with that healing, though. And maybe it won't until she sees him again.

"You need to eat, Margaux." Alberta shot her a glimpse, pausing a little from arranging her meal. "Your doctor would be here in a couple of minutes, and—what are you doing? Stop! Stay in your bed— "

"Get off me!" Margaux didn't mean to push Alberta that hard when the old woman tried to stop her