FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Infected
Title: Infected
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Chief Smith, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Thanks to the flu, Dee has to waste a few sick days.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Sick’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee hated using his sick days, he preferred to save them up so he could take time off when he wanted. It sucked having to call in sick because he actually was. Part of him wanted to get up, shower, go to work, and power through somehow, but his body was emphatically telling him no.
His head ached, his throat felt like he’d been gargling with razorblades, his legs were heavy as lead but at the same time as weak and limp as overcooked noodles, and he was so damned tired. That was probably because he’d barely slept thanks to the cough that had woken him up every time he dozed off.
Shivering, he weakly shoved the covers back just enough to free one arm, reaching to the nightstand for his phone and dragging it back into bed with him. The effort left him exhausted, and he lay there for several minutes before punching in the Chief’s number at the precinct.
“Chief Smith,” a voice barked on the other end, making Dee wince, his head pounding worse than ever.
“Not gonna be in t’day, sorry,” Dee rasped out. He could barely recognise his own voice it was so hoarse.
“Who is this?”
“Laytner,” Dee croaked.
“Dee? You sound like shit.”
“Think I’m dyin’.”
“Well do it quietly. Appreciate you not coming in and infecting everyone else.”
“Y’r welcome.” Dee hung up and dropped the phone on the bed, what little energy he’d had left utterly spent. He must have fallen asleep, because the sound of his phone’s ringtone woke him. He fumbled for it, putting it on hands free mode. “’Lo?”
“Dee?”
It was Ryo’s voice, and Dee managed a weak smile. “Croakin’.”
“The Chief told me you were off sick; thought I’d better check in. How are you?”
“Prob’ly dyin’.” Any other time, Dee would have been embarrassed to sound so pathetic, but right now he couldn’t summon the energy to care. “Everythin’ hurts.”
“You should stay in bed and rest as much as you can. I’ll be over in a bit with some meds; is there anything else you need?”
“Stay ‘way, babe. Don’t wanna infect ya.”
“It’s a bit late for that; sounds like you’ve caught what I had last week.”
“Oh yeah.” How could Dee have forgotten that?
“Anyway, I should be immune now. I’ll be over in a bit.”
“Thanks, babe.” Dee felt better already.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Chief Smith, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Thanks to the flu, Dee has to waste a few sick days.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Sick’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee hated using his sick days, he preferred to save them up so he could take time off when he wanted. It sucked having to call in sick because he actually was. Part of him wanted to get up, shower, go to work, and power through somehow, but his body was emphatically telling him no.
His head ached, his throat felt like he’d been gargling with razorblades, his legs were heavy as lead but at the same time as weak and limp as overcooked noodles, and he was so damned tired. That was probably because he’d barely slept thanks to the cough that had woken him up every time he dozed off.
Shivering, he weakly shoved the covers back just enough to free one arm, reaching to the nightstand for his phone and dragging it back into bed with him. The effort left him exhausted, and he lay there for several minutes before punching in the Chief’s number at the precinct.
“Chief Smith,” a voice barked on the other end, making Dee wince, his head pounding worse than ever.
“Not gonna be in t’day, sorry,” Dee rasped out. He could barely recognise his own voice it was so hoarse.
“Who is this?”
“Laytner,” Dee croaked.
“Dee? You sound like shit.”
“Think I’m dyin’.”
“Well do it quietly. Appreciate you not coming in and infecting everyone else.”
“Y’r welcome.” Dee hung up and dropped the phone on the bed, what little energy he’d had left utterly spent. He must have fallen asleep, because the sound of his phone’s ringtone woke him. He fumbled for it, putting it on hands free mode. “’Lo?”
“Dee?”
It was Ryo’s voice, and Dee managed a weak smile. “Croakin’.”
“The Chief told me you were off sick; thought I’d better check in. How are you?”
“Prob’ly dyin’.” Any other time, Dee would have been embarrassed to sound so pathetic, but right now he couldn’t summon the energy to care. “Everythin’ hurts.”
“You should stay in bed and rest as much as you can. I’ll be over in a bit with some meds; is there anything else you need?”
“Stay ‘way, babe. Don’t wanna infect ya.”
“It’s a bit late for that; sounds like you’ve caught what I had last week.”
“Oh yeah.” How could Dee have forgotten that?
“Anyway, I should be immune now. I’ll be over in a bit.”
“Thanks, babe.” Dee felt better already.
The End