A history teacher called Ms. Larne and her girlfr
A history teacher called Ms. Larne and her girlfriend who is a ADHD English teacher called Ms. Evans are at home after a day school but Ms. Evans is sick so keeps sneezing and there is dialogue. Say the sneeze
The air in their cozy living room was thick with the scent of simmering chili and the faint aroma of Ms. Evans’ lavender-scented hand sanitizer. Ms. Larne, ever the meticulous planner, had prepared their favorite meal in anticipation of a relaxing evening.
“You sure you wouldn’t prefer takeout?” Ms. Larne asked, her voice laced with concern. “It’s been a long day, and you really don’t look well.”
Ms. Evans, her face flushed and eyes watery, sniffled and let out a small, watery sneeze. “Achoo!”
Ms. Larne instantly sprang to action. “Oh, honey, I swear, you’re like a walking sneeze-storm!” She handed Ms. Evans a steaming mug of chamomile tea. “Try this. Maybe some honey and lemon will help.”
Ms. Evans took a grateful sip, the warmth spreading through her chilled body. “Thanks, Larne. It’s just a bit of a cold, I’m sure.”
“‘Just a bit’?” Ms. Larne raised an eyebrow. “You’ve sneezed more than you’ve spoken all afternoon. Maybe a doctor’s visit wouldn’t hurt.”
Ms. Evans rolled her eyes, a playful quirk in her expression despite her sniffles. “Doctors? That’s for people with actual ailments, not just a bit of sniffles.”
“You’re more than just a bit of sniffles, you’re a walking sniffle-factory,” Ms. Larne teased, her voice tinged with affection.
“Oh, please, I’m not that bad!” Ms. Evans defended herself with a playful glare, but her eyes crinkled with laughter. “And besides, I’m an English teacher, I’m used to talking at the top of my lungs.”
Ms. Larne couldn’t help but smile. “You’re such a goofball, you know that? Even when you’re sick, you manage to be hilarious.”
Ms. Evans sneezed again, a loud “Achoo!” that shook her entire frame. Ms. Larne quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped her face, then gently brushed her hair back from her forehead.
“Come on, love,” Ms. Larne said softly, her touch light and reassuring. “Let me get you settled on the couch. You need some rest.”
Ms. Evans, exhausted and slightly dizzy, allowed Ms. Larne to lead her to the couch. As she sank into the cushions, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratitude. Despite her illness, she felt safe and loved, surrounded by Ms. Larne’s quiet warmth and constant care. A slow, contented smile crept across her face. Even when she was sick, Ms. Larne had a way of making everything feel alright.
