George was actually feeling pretty pathetic. Sitting huddled on her makeshift bed with her knees pulled close to her chest as George tried to keep as still as possible. It was sort of weird too since she couldn’t see. She’d squeezed her eyes shut as soon as she could after each and every reply she made on the forum. Looking at something for any longer than a millisecond left her feeling like she was about to fall over and it wasn’t a feeling she was particularly enjoying. Not that keeping her eyes closed made the spinning stop but it was more bearable and the instant feeling of falling like someone pulled the floor out from under her wasn’t there to make her stomach feel queasy.
But her brother was coming and that meant everything. If nothing else Evan would know what to do, and if he didn’t he would find someone that did. It didn’t matter that the majority of the time she couldn’t stand him he was still one of the last remaining family members she had left. He’d take care of her and she welcomed that thought embraced it because it would be like when maman used to take care of her when she had the flu or a simple cold. Well not exactly obviously but she wouldn’t have to be alone, fearing that maybe this was something worse than what it currently presented as.
She shrugged slightly even that tiny movement causing a new wave of intense dizziness to flood her senses making her whimper softly. Je ne sais pas. Pouvez-vous rester avec moi?
She didn’t want to be sick or ill or dying. She hated being sick, she just wanted this feeling to go away so she could do her normal things like read and maybe dance in an empty corridor. But she didn’t think she had a fever even as her brother checked, she didn’t have chills or felt overly warm. Maybe that was a sign that she’d be fine once the dizziness wore off.