Pinkabella

Beauty in the day: she came in near the end of the day, Miss I-Have-Been-Here-All-Day-And-Am-Just-Now-Coming-Down-With-“Something”. I took her temperature. Nope. We did the usual – lay down for a bit – try going to the bathroom – have a drink of water.
“Well school is out in 25 minutes, so perhaps you should just go back to class and get ready.”
She thought not. “I really think I should just stay here in the clinic until school is out.”
Fine. Boring, but okay.
She came out of the clinic. “How many more minutes until school is out?”
“20 more minutes.” She went back in.
She tiptoed out again. “How many more minutes now?”
“17.” She retreated.
But then emerged again. “How many more minutes?”
“8 more.” She sighed. And returned.
Now she came out with a determined look. “How many more minutes?”
I looked. “4,” I told her. She maintained a serious, level gaze. And went back again. I didn’t see her after the bell rang – except for the pink blur.

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