"Dunno," she said. "Few weeks ago?"
"What are you surviving on?" I asked as I turned on the tap and tried to get some hot water in the crusty dishes.
"Granola bars and whatever I can scrounge at work." She shrugged as she opened a cabinet and revealed several boxes of granola bars stacked on top of one another.
"This is not healthy," I said, shaking my head. "We're going to have to change this situation this afternoon, you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Liz nodded as she looked at me through glassy eyes. "Whatever you say. Do you have any aspirin? I got a migraine coming on, I think."
I dug in my bag and produced a bottle of ibuprofen and poured two into her hand. She proceeded to pop them in her mouth and swallow without drinking anything.
"Liz, are you all right?" I asked, feeling concerned about my friend.
"Yeah, fine." She nodded. "Just up late studying, and I don't feel so good."
"Let's pick up some food on our way to class," I suggested as she gathered up her books and supplies. "I think you'll feel better once you eat."
"Sure." She nodded as she stood staring into space before suddenly remembering that she needed her coat and gloves. "Lemme get my stuff."
"I'm worried about you, Liz," I said quietly as she pulled on her coat and shouldered her backpack.
"Don't be, kiddo." She smiled. "I'm good."
We stopped at Panera on our way to class and bought a bag full of bagels
and cream cheese along with two steaming hot coffees. Liz ate two bagels right out of the bag on the walk to class. I stared at her, wondering what was going on, but the bagels seemed to improve whatever it was that had been ailing her, and by the time we reached the classroom, the Liz I knew and loved was back.
"So, what happened with lover boy the other night?" she asked. "You two go back to your place?"
"Liz!" I laughed. "No, we got dinner and then he took me on a tour of the fire house before he dropped me off."
"Oh my, aren't you two so cute!" she said as she clapped her hands and pulled another bagel out of the bag. This time she covered it in cream cheese and ate half in three bites. "It's like a good old-fashioned romance! Jimmy Stewart and all."
"Stop it, Liz," I said, looking down at my boots suddenly feeling ashamed that she saw me as a prude. "I did kiss him, you know."
"Oooooh, this is looking up!" She laughed and then when she saw the serious look on my face stopped and patted my shoulder. "Awww, don't get worked up about it, kiddo. I'm just teasing you."
"I know, but I'm not a total prude, you know," I said defensively. "I have needs, too."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She nodded, biting into the other half of the cream cheese covered bagel and getting the creamy white topping all over her nose. "I know you do. You're just better at keeping those needs at bay than the rest of us. I'm jealous of your ability to delay gratification, actually."
"You are?" I asked, surprised by this revelation.
"Hell yeah, I am," she said. "I'm impulsive; an in-the-moment girl who can't deny herself anything. Gets me into trouble a lot, but you know that."
"Are you in trouble, Liz?" I asked, grateful for the chance to swing the conversation in her direction.
"Nah, I'm good," she said, waving me off. "I'm just...you know. Me."
At that moment, Professor Jackson entered the room and signaled the start of class. She began class with a lecture on the lymphatic system and the ways in which it functions as a filter for all kinds of bacteria and debris that enters the body. I spent the hour taking copious notes and redrawing the diagrams Professor Jackson created on the board.
At the end of class, I looked over and saw that Liz had put her head down and fallen asleep on the desk. Irritated with her inattentiveness, I poked her awake knowing that later she'd be borrowing my notes to study for the exam.
"Miss Baker, I'd like to have a word with you," Professor Jackson said as we pulled on our coats and prepared to head over to the anatomy lab. "You may go on along to the lab, Miss Pierce."
I gave Liz a concerned look as she shrugged, then I walked out into the corridor and waited for her. Something wasn't right with Liz, but by the time she walked out of the classroom, she'd regained her sassy manner and spent the walk over to the lab mimicking Professor Jackson's academic concern. She had me giggling until I couldn't control myself as my doubts about her slipped away.
"So, tell me about the boy," Liz said over lunch once we'd finished our anatomy lab assignment. "Was he a good kisser?"