20 - Gabriel - Video

[hung_garian]

So I've been thinking, and I've reconsidered.

[He's clearly sulking, and perhaps with more reason than usual. He looks awful - he's even paler than usual, his hair's slightly damp, and he's shivering. The mug of tea he's holding doesn't seem to provide much comfort.]

Mike and Luci can wipe you all out, for all I care. You and your stupid germs? I'm

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[doctorsoldier]

[It's like Soubi. John frowns. He's expecting some sort of alien virus and he's not that sort of doctor. He's a surgeon. This worries him.]

Gabriel, have you seen a healer?

[hung_garian]

If I can't heal me, I doubt anyone else can do jack about it.

[doctorsoldier]

[John presses his fingertips against the tear duct of his left eye.]

Right, so you teleport and heal yourself. Why not now? [He's not being a smart arse. He genuinely wants to know the process.]

[hung_garian]

You think I wouldn't have if I could? [A pause.] Which means it's probably Val's fault rather than you humans', but hey, I gotta have someone to blame.

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[redripoff]

Poor thing.

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[hung_garian]

Watch it, kid. I've got a cold and I'm not afraid to use it.

[redripoff]

[Hands up. He's obvious so scared, Gabe.] Fine, fine. It is odd though--that you can't recover. You've never been sick before?

[hung_garian]

Nope. I'm a flu virgin - or I was. Pity me.

[ashareddream]

[Hold on bro. Angels? What is this he doesn't even.]

I really don't think having the flu means the end of the world.

[Snerk.]

[hung_garian]

Normally, Blondie, I'd be inclined to agree. But when it's me who has the flu? That's exactly what it means.

[ashareddream]

[Blondie?]

Then why are you awake and complaining about it? You should be in bed, resting.

[hung_garian]

Because throwing up in bed sucks the big veiny one.

[Slightly TMI, Ven? Well. You did ask.]

[bitchatroll]

For an angel you sure whine a whole lot.

[You see that face? Yeap. That face.]

[hung_garian]

Yeah? For a guy who's in danger of being sneezed on if he doesn't shut his trap, you talk a whole lot.

[Shut up, that was totally a good comeback.]

[bitchatroll]

Jeez. I'm just trying to tell you I have flu medicine but I guess you don't want it anyway. Nice talking to you then?

[He shrugs a bit to the video.]

[hung_garian]

Please, I know better than to take pills from strangers in fuzzy jackets. But you're right, it's been great. We should really do this again sometime.

[sevenyrsworldly]

The flu's not really all that bad. [Oh look, a wee mite with the same affliction.] I know a few people that just stay in bed and get people to wait on them hand and foot.

[hung_garian]

Well, we can't all be Little Miss Popular, can we? [Sorry, wee mite, Gabriel is too busy sulking to be reasonable about this.] Not everyone has nannies.

[sevenyrsworldly]

Who would that be this time around?

You could always ask someone to help you, you know.

[hung_garian]

Whoever's got the groupies lining up to feed 'em grapes, or whatever it is you do for people with flu. [He shrugs.] One word for you: pride. A situationally appropriate definition: never asking for help.