Wanda scrunched her head into the pillow, her arms wrapping around. “Just make the pain stop, I hate being sthick” she muttered through a stuffy nose. It was the middle of summer and Wanda wanted to be outside with her friends, but grandma wouldn’t let her out of the house. The only thing that made the day pleasant was being able to get cozy on the couch, a big no-no usually, but here she was fluffy comforted piled onto of her tiny frame, Wiggles her faithful pig tucked under her arm and the t.v. remote in her hand. A tiny t.v. tray sit next to her, covered in a variety of drink concoctions her grandmother had tried to make her drink in an attempt to make her feel better. But every time she brought the glass close to her lips for a swig, she was magically able to smell the putrid mix, she shouldn’t guessed it smelled like that considering it’s green, chunky appearance in the glass. Cartoons played in the background as she read her latest issue of Archie & the Gang that her mother had picked up for her at the grocery store. But right now she just wanted the throbbing to stop. She wanted to get up and go look in the mirror, because she was sure she would see her brain pulsing, since that’s what it felt like.