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In times of pain and sorrow, food was what was used for comfort.
While everyone waited for Delaney to wake up, Leelee, Frankie, and Harlyn all gathered in the kitchen to make lunch, and then dinner.
Around five, Meg, Lo, Cyn, and Rigid showed up. They had known what was going on but didn’t want to overwhelm Delaney or me. Meg had called around four asking Remy if he thought it was okay if they stopped by, and I told him it was fine.
“Has she came down at all?” Lo asked.
I was standing by the stairs and shook my head. “We got home, and she just went upstairs. Leelee took up some soup earlier but she had said she was still sleeping.”
“You’ll be okay, kid. I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but you’re a strong kid.”
I barely knew Lo except for a few short conversations we had when they had come to visit Remy. I knew he was a good guy from the way Remy talked about him, and his words actually gave me comfort. “Thanks, Lo.”
Meg walked past us and stepped a foot on the stairs.
“Babe, where the hell are you going?” Lo grabbed her hand and pulled her down.
“I’m going up to talk to Delaney,” she said simply.
“Babe, come on. This isn’t a time for one of your crazy stunts,” Lo said quietly.
She rolled her eyes and shook off his hold. “I know, Lo. I’m not an idiot. I’m just gonna see if she needs anything.”
“You good with that?” Lo asked me.
I didn’t know what was good to do. I wanted to barge into her room and crawl into to bed with her, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to hurt her any more than she was. “Just let her sleep if she’s still out.”
Meg reached up and patted my cheek. “Of course, doll.” She slowly marched up the steps, and she disappeared out of view as she moved to Delaney’s room.
I didn’t know if letting Meg up there was the best idea, but right now, I had no idea what to do. Maybe Meg could work some of her crazy magic and help heal Delaney even just a little bit.
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