“There’s a bottle of pink medicine in the fridge and a box of juice. Can you bring those to her bedroom? First door on the right.”
Noah nodded, happy to do something other than stand around awkwardly. He made his way into the kitchen, avoiding all the toys, books, and videos strewn across the floor. Despite the clutter in the living room, the house looked well kept, and Noah had to admit he was impressed. He could barely keep his own one bedroom apartment livable. Luke’s house was warm, inviting, and clearly the home to a young child—and possibly a cat.
Noah found the medicine and the juice without trouble, then followed the sound of Luke’s voice to Lily’s bedroom.
“The medicine will help you feel better,” he was explaining as he gently sat Lily on the bed. He had already put her in a nightgown and washed her face. Noah felt another wave of respect. Lily looked doubtful. Noah wondered how many times she had heard that before.
“Here you go,” Noah said, holding the items out.