Somehow, there has been an actual routine, a schedule to my days. I hate that the routine includes just watching Flora sleep but not talking to her. The days pass slowly, predictably. My mom visits in the morning and talks at me about herself, then Kelsey visits and we both spend a lot of time on our phones. My mom visits again in the afternoon, and then it’s nighttime. Somewhere in all of that are a million visits from doctors and nurses.

And not talking to Flora. I hate that part of my days the most.

Kelsey and I do talk a little, but mostly about the hashtag. She convinces me to post an update about Flora, says that people are worried. She practically writes the post herself. Flora is a fighter and getting stronger by the day! Thanks for the good thoughts! #quaranteen

I want to post how much I miss her, how worried I am.

And the #quaranteen posts keep coming in. Strangers think that Kelsey is an awesome girlfriend or a terrible girlfriend. That Flora isn’t really sick or is sicker than I’ve posted. That we’re not really in quarantine. And everyone wants to know more about the kiss.

Except Kelsey.