- Aug 6, 2014
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Tucker's always been told he caught on a lot of things really quickly. The thing right now is, he's already thought that Valerie wasn't coming downstairs. It's been an hour since the usual time she ran downstairs for the morning but he hasn't seen hair nor feather of his daughter.
She's sick, the thought came to him. Valerie had been sick for almost two weeks now but she'd been doing a whole lot better than most of the students he'd seen in school before they stopped classes. The thing that worried him from the news a couple of days ago though was that the virus had gotten worse; some with very... worrying symptoms. Sure, he was thankful he seemed to be immune for the most part of the epidemic, but he wasn't very sure about Valerie.
He sighed with defeat and prepared her share of breakfast and made his way up to her room. He'd hoped she was only getting distracted with things in her room -- but there's way too few things to keep her occupied for so long, especially with the illness. He prayed for nothing else but that though; something about new symptoms of the strain she contracted didn't sit well with him. To be frank, it was making him nervous.
He stopped to knock at her door, listening in to hear movement. "Valerie? Are you up already?"