Duncan put me in the medical tent on a bed. "Sofie, don't worry," He said grabbing bandages and blankets. Tears rippled down my cheeks but I was silent. He threw blankets on top of me and gave me a glass of water. He sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand in mine.
"You Ok?" He asked. "My stomach still hurts." I squeaked. "Dear lord, what is WRONG with that girl?" He huffed. "C-Courtney told me something the other day." I said. "What?" He asked. "She told me, if I was with you, she would hurt me." I cried. Duncan let go of my hand. "So, she does like me." I heard him whisper. And I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up in the medical tent. Duncan was gone, but Chef was inside stiring something. "C-Chef?" I asked sitting up. "Hey," He said without looking up. "Wheres Duncan?" I asked looking around. "The kid told me to make you this." He said and handed me some soup. I laughed a little. "Duncan, I don't have the flu, my stomach just hurts." I whispered smiling. But I ate it anyway.... it was surprisingly good. Later that day I was feeling pretty good. Duncan came in every once and a while to check on me and talk so I wouldn't get bored. We started talking about random things. "So," He asked me. "Who's David Bowie?" I laughed. "I don't know, some guy who's probably in his 50's right now." I answered. "Why are you afraid of being a balloon?" He asked me. "Why are you afraid of Celion Dion?" I smiled. He rolled his eyes. "Well, don't you think it would be really scary if you were full of helium, and you just kept floating up, and up, and when you were past the land there was nothing to grab onto, and you just got higher and higher, and you tried to screamed but you were so high that..." I stopped. "No one could save you..." I grabbed his hand for the second time that day. "It scares me to death." I said. "Well Sofie, don't worry, because you'll never be filled with helium." Duncan smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "We have to go start a challenge. I talk to you later." He said and got up, walking out of the tent. I smiled. "What is it?" I asked. "I don't know." He called. "Good luck! Have fun!" "Always!" he yelled and was gone.
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"You Ok?" He asked. "My stomach still hurts." I squeaked. "Dear lord, what is WRONG with that girl?" He huffed. "C-Courtney told me something the other day." I said. "What?" He asked. "She told me, if I was with you, she would hurt me." I cried. Duncan let go of my hand. "So, she does like me." I heard him whisper. And I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up in the medical tent. Duncan was gone, but Chef was inside stiring something. "C-Chef?" I asked sitting up. "Hey," He said without looking up. "Wheres Duncan?" I asked looking around. "The kid told me to make you this." He said and handed me some soup. I laughed a little. "Duncan, I don't have the flu, my stomach just hurts." I whispered smiling. But I ate it anyway.... it was surprisingly good. Later that day I was feeling pretty good. Duncan came in every once and a while to check on me and talk so I wouldn't get bored. We started talking about random things. "So," He asked me. "Who's David Bowie?" I laughed. "I don't know, some guy who's probably in his 50's right now." I answered. "Why are you afraid of being a balloon?" He asked me. "Why are you afraid of Celion Dion?" I smiled. He rolled his eyes. "Well, don't you think it would be really scary if you were full of helium, and you just kept floating up, and up, and when you were past the land there was nothing to grab onto, and you just got higher and higher, and you tried to screamed but you were so high that..." I stopped. "No one could save you..." I grabbed his hand for the second time that day. "It scares me to death." I said. "Well Sofie, don't worry, because you'll never be filled with helium." Duncan smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "We have to go start a challenge. I talk to you later." He said and got up, walking out of the tent. I smiled. "What is it?" I asked. "I don't know." He called. "Good luck! Have fun!" "Always!" he yelled and was gone.
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