Flicker quickly shakes her head.

MS. QUINCY
Well, I have work today. You can't stay here all alone. Come on, get up.

Flicker moves the blankets down to her chin.

FLICKER
(weakly)
I don't feel good.

Ms. Quincy looks at her sympathetically for a moment before sighing and standing.

MS. QUINCY
I guess you're old enough to take care of yourself. I'll call school. But you'll call me if anything goes wrong, right?

Flicker nods and her mother leaves. As soon as the door shuts behind her, Flicker throws back the blanket and climbs out of bed, hurrying over to her desk.