Murphy's Law
“She sat up in bed and immediately lay down when the room spun.
Wonderful. She’d caught a flu bug and would probably have the rest of the house sick in days.
Groaning, she closed her eyes and breathed through the nausea. Minutes later she ran across the hall and slammed the door behind her. She barely made it to the toilet before the circus tumbled right on out of her stomach.
Afterward, she collapsed on the rim and took deep, cleansing breaths. Her stomach felt better, but she didn’t.
The door opened behind her and Alice bustled in. Sara cracked an eye open when a hand clamped on her forehead.
“Oh, dear, you don’t look well at all. You’re white as a sheet. Come on, back to bed.”
Sara didn’t have the strength to argue, so she let Alice help her back into bed. She didn’t protest when a cool washcloth pressed to her forehead and the covers were pulled up to her chin.
A thermometer was stuck in her mouth and Sara sighed. Her mother had been too busy working to pamper her when she was sick.
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