She awoke. “It’s pronounced HOW-ston.” “I beg your pardon?” The doctor jolted to his feet. “It’s how-ston. Not heew-ston. Delinquent.” She sat upright, a disgusted look on her face. “If you’re going to say my name then say it correctly.” “How are you so well? Miss Addington!” He attempted to grab her arm, but Houston pushed him away. “Well? I am and have been, perfectly well. And don’t call me ‘Miss Addington.’’ She complained. “Makes me sound old.” “You-“ The doctor fumbled around with his words. “You- you’ve been in a fever for almost two weeks!” Houston huffed. She was fine now. Besides, it’s not like she was going to die. She had things to do. “And stop touching me!” She pushed his hand off her forehead. “You’re insufferable, sometimes, you know that, Oscar?” The girl got up and walked around the room, collecting her books and ink back into her bag. He huffed. “You’ve been almost dead for days and you randomly just pop up, ready to go?” Oscar reached for her once again. She couldn’t be totally fine. “It’s the 50’s,” she said. “Medicine has come a long way, book boy.” He slumped in a chair, still astounded that Houston had survived, but definitely not excited that her attitude had survived with it. “You’re the insufferable one.” “Oh, poor baby.” She cooed as she packed up the last of her things. “Get’s back from medical school and thinks he’s all that.” “I do not think that! I- what are you doing?” Houston hiked her other leg over the window. “Leaving?” “Can’t you use the door like a normal human?” Oscar protested, but it was too late. She was already halfway across the field to the woods. She was insane, inhuman. You can’t just pop back up from a fever like that. Oscar hadn’t even said her name. She corrected no one. The girl was rude, a know it all to the extreme, and able to find a new way to get herself killed every day. And Oscar wanted to know more. ((i leave tomorrow for the summer so the next part won't be for a while))
