"Morgan?"

"Yes, Laura? What do you need?"

"Can I have s-some cider? With honey and rosemary?"

"Of course, sweets."

"Oh, and Morgan?"

"Yes?"

"You," she coughs, "you're the best friend I could ask for."

I smile. "Love you too, La La. And I promise, I'll keep trying as many different ways to make you well until you are, got it?" I stand up, and Laura sinks into the barrier of pillows I made for her. "Be back soon."

She waves, her eyes drooping.

I sprint into the kitchen and open the fridge. Idiots, which one of these girls put the apple cider in the fridge again? I pour some of the cold cider into a glass and microwave it on high. They know that Laura can't have cold drinks, or she'll get too cold. I pull a sprig of rosemary off of the plant and grab the honey next to it. Ew, hair on the honey container? I hate these girls.

"Hey."

I spin around as I pour honey into the steaming cider. "Who are you?"

The girl with sloppily cut brown hair that goes down to her neck steps forward. She's at least a head shorter than me and doesn't look much older than ten. "If you really want to know, I am Hunter."

"Last name?"

"You idiot, do you really use last names any more?"

I glare at the girl and add the rosemary and a straw into the glass.

"Anyway, that's not important. Listen, I-"

I roll my eyes and walk out of the kitchen.

"Hey!" she screams and pulls my ponytail. I drop the cup, and it clatters to the tile floor.  "Don't walk away from me while I'm talking." She's yanked me down to eye level with her, and now I see her harsh icey eyes.

"Listen, Half-pint. I need to help my sick friend. She asked me to get her a drink, and I did. Now, I have to get her another new drink because you made me spill it everywhere!"

Her entire face lights up with fury. She tenses up. "Okay, Big Bird. I don't like you. You don't like me. We've made that clear. But you have to listen to me--"

"No!"

"I-"

"Nope."

"I have a cure for your sick friend!" Hunter screeches and punches me in the face.

I step back, feeling blood trickle down my nose.

"What?"