Oct 10, 2017
"My head is killing me."
Ben was the sort of guy to stubbornly push through anything, even when it was obvious his was miserable. So, when he complained about his head hurting, Caleb took notice.
“Is it?” he asked, closing his book and setting it aside. He sat up and fixed Ben with a concerned look. “You eaten anything today?” He was already digging in his bag for an apple. It was easy for Ben to get wrapped up in his work and neglect his basic human functions, so maybe that was it?
“Here,” he said, crossing the room to offer him a red and yellow apple. He’d been saving it for his next trip to the dead drop, but he could find another.
