liz_blackwood (liz_blackwood) wrote in oregonal_sin, @ 2009-11-18 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | [complete], liz blackwood, noah adams |
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Liz knew she'd been very, very lucky. The 'flu had hit the town hard and the boarding house hadn't been excluded. She and the girls had done the best they could to nurse those affected without catching it themselves. It had worked, up to a point. One of the girls had gotten sick toward the end and Liz had spent the last few days nursing her. She wouldn't send her home to her family to risk them, so she'd put her up in one of the empty rooms.
Throughout the whole thing, she'd been trying very hard not to think about how her mother had died from a fever. How the whole family had been struck. How it had changed everything.
When she finally had a chance to get out of the boarding house, she kept a warm shawl on and tilted her head up to the sun as she walked slowly across the town square. She was paler than normal, looked more tired, and walked more slowly.