 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
5. Midnight Feast
{Group 05, Prompt 05}
“We’re having a midnight feast!’’
Nineteen year old Idris attempted a grin but succeeded in coughing as Paul put a steaming bowl of soup down. A look of misery washed over him as he pulled the blanket tighter around him.
“You’re having a midnight feast, Iddy,” Paul said soothingly. The moment he sat down, Idris snuggled up to him.
“I’ll try not to get you sick, Paully.”
“Never mind that. You need to eat.”
“Only if you feed me.”
“You’re in no position to be bargaining.”
Cough, cough. “Then I won’t eat.”
“You’ve always been stubborn. Okay, fine. Open wide.”
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