No matter the fight and the fallout from it when Sisse had heard that Sloane was in the hospital she had known that there was no way she would be able to simply ignore this. Every other time someone had ended up in the hospital wing she had visited and despite the fact that she didn’t even know if Sloane counted her as a friend anymore Sisse felt like she was truly a terrible friend if she stayed away.

It felt like forever since she had last laughed and chatted with Sloane, like a lifetime spread out between the fight and now. When she had first heard Sloane was in the hospital wing she had known that Sloane wouldn’t want to see her. Afterall Sisse had determined that she would let Sloane come to her. Clearly they did not agree on things, which didn’t mean Sisse didn’t want her friend back, but it did mean that she felt it was up to Sloane to even decide if she wanted Sisse as a friend. So come to Sisse she must. But then Sloane had gotten ill and Sisse just couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t do something.

Steeling herself Sisse followed the nurse’s directions to Sloane’s bed. Her cheeks were already warm with embarrassment by the time she reached her, but her shoulders were squared and she tried to hold herself with the posture her mother had ingrained in her since she was a little girl. “Hello.” Sisse greeted, unable to help the shyness that colored her tone.

“I thought some of my mother’s tea with honey might help.” Sisse explained, pulling out a small satchel of the peppermint and black tea and a small vial of honey. She placed the items on Sloane’s bedside table knowing that she should say something more but honestly she didn’t know what it should be. This didn’t change things in Sisse’s opinion, she just couldn’t stand letting Sloane think she didn’t even care.