The wasp didn't reach her face. Someone slapped it away.
"David," she murmured because it must be he, her prince, who would rescue her.
"Rachel! I'm very worried about you!"
No, not David. Rachel opened her eyes.
"Hi, mom." She was disappointed it was not David, but more relieved she was free from the bugs. And the pain. "Sorry, did I--"
"Scream?" her mother said.
"Loud enough to wake the neighbors. Or at least me and your father."
"Sorry. Just a bad dream," she said. Oh crap, she had cost them 7 points. Unless what they experienced hadn't been the worst thing.
David lifted the covers on his bed and looked down at this belly. To his relief, it hadn't gotten any larger. He and Jason had gone down the good chute. His only regret was Rachel hadn't been there with them She would have loved it. Pizza, ice-cream in waffle cones, fajitas, pancakes drowned in syrup, falafel sandwiches with extra spicy tahini sauce, milkshakes, chocolate covered apples, funnel cakes, jelly donuts, candy bars.....
They ate and ate, rarely stopping for conversation. Never feeling full.
Where had Rachel gone though? Maybe he hadn't gone down the super good chute. Maybe that was the sort of good chute. Maybe Rachel encountered something even better.
Or maybe she got the less good one.
He hoped it wasn't the bad one....or the horrible one.
Rachel played Sims 3.
Then her phone rang.
It couldn't be.
She let it ring a few times, then picked it up without looking at the caller I.D. She wanted to delay the moment of disappointment.
"Are you okay?"
It was him!
"What happened to you? What chute did you go down?"
She hated to have to tell David she had let him down. She cost them major points.
"Was it bad?"
"Oh no," he said. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? I've been thinking about you all morning. I couldn't stop worrying."
Oh, how sweet. But then Rachel wondered if he really just cared about his nightmare coming true. Not that she blamed him. This was about his brother. He should care about that.
"I lost us a lot of points," she said. "I'm really sorry."
"Rachel!" he said. "It's not your fault. And I'm not worried about that. Well, not right now. I'm worried about you. I want to make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine," she said. "Really. I'll try to do better next time."
"Rachel!" Then he changed the subject. "Hey, you haven't added anything new to your blog."
He was checking? Rachel felt herself melting with intensive love.
"And speaking of food."
"Uh, never mind." David said.
"What?" Now she was curious.
"Okay." Rachel giggled. She hoped she didn't sound like she was nine-years-old.
"Anyway, I'll let you go."
No! No! Please. Stay on the phone. Forever!
"Okay," she said cheerfully. "I guess I'll see you soon."
They said good-bye. She stared at the phone, waiting. Hoping maybe he forgot to tell her something and would call her back.
After David hung up the phone, he had a panic attack.
He felt dizzy. His heart pounded. He started to sweat.
This had all happened to him before.
He knew what was happening.
But he knew it shouldn't happen.
He knew he couldn't let it happen.
He knew he had to stop it.
He feared that was impossible.