Sara grabbed her phone as she stood up and started scrolling her social feeds, which were filled with news of an overnight organized crackdown on people who illegally were keeping those who had been stricken with Smallara.
Jordan, meanwhile, stared through thick glass walls, aghast at the sight of Sara with his sleepy eyes. It was the third day since Smallera had transformed or, better put, consumed his body in the most literal of senses. The disease had taken so much from him. He wanted to feel bitter; he wanted to be angry or furious even over what had happened. What he had become, but all he could feel was the dwindling loss of his humanity.
The giant teen who now cared for him stood over him like a giant lord or king. It was sickening how she clicked and clacked away on her digital keyboard, impervious to what had stricken him, ignorant of the guilt he felt over the carelessness that led him to this fate. Unable to understand how degrading it feels to be reliant on her kindness and strength for survival.
She was oblivious to the jealousy he felt as she stood there, perceiving her to be casually scrolling her Instagram feeds and messaging her friends on Snapchat. All while he remains locked behind glass barriers. Awoken by the idle tap of her fingers against the stout glass walls.
The bellow of her voice snapped him from his trifling thoughts as she told him that he needed to stay near her today. Of course, Jordan thought. He would need his protector to ward off the other giants. He knew the thought was petty and beneath him. He was an adult. A college graduate. He should be above such juvenile ideas, but at this moment, being the bigger person was just one more thing Smallera had stolen from him. So while she probably wanted to keep him safe, he wasn’t ready to accept such niceties at this moment.
“Are you listening? Wake up, sleepyhead.” Sara said as she snapped her fingers at him.
“How can I not, and where would I go?” Jordan responded with more attitude than he intended. He had hoped his voice to quiet or the sharpness of his words to meek to properly fall upon her ears. However, fate bestows no such blessing to those who have fallen from favor.
“As a favor to you, I’m going to forget what you just said, and I’m going to brush my teeth. When I come back, I expect a proper answer.”
“Ye-yes, ma’am,” Jordan said. “Thank you.” He said, the words falling from his mouth like raindrops.
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