She dropped back into the seat immediately, a flush growing on her cheeks because--oh. Of course he didn't want her to leave. Sigh, that meant he wanted her there. Which meant he wanted to see her. Which meant he missed her. Or it could mean he just liked the company, but---no. Oh. He wanted her there.
"I'll be fine," she said with some courage she didn't know she had. Phoebe grinned a bit cheekily, not that...he could...see her grin behind the mask, but. Her eyes definitely showed it, "Last time I got sick I threw up in Smethy's toy box, and that was like---I was just like four or something."
Which...he probably didn't need to be hearing about her vomiting escapades, but sometimes words spewed from her mouth kind of...like vomit (ugh, Phoebe, could you get any grosser?) and she couldn't help herself. In any case, Elphias wanted her there (ugh maybe not anymore, though--) and Phoebe was going to take full advantage of that. She scooted her chair closer to his bedside and took his hand and squeezed it tight, feeling incredibly nervous, but...this is what girlfriends did.
Or so she'd read.
"You need to get better, I mean," her voice tightened a little, and Phoebe's lips twisted, making her nose scrunch and, "Beeeecause you're missing out on some really great stuff at school...like...the...movie club."
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