Camulus' Rooms, Around Afternoonish

[empathicwitch]

Phoebe was not fond of being ill... not at all. She had tried to hide she was getting sick, but this morning, she had just been too damn weak to get dressed and head in to work.

She never missed work.

She groaned, trying to smother herself in an attempt to make the blinding migraine go away -- before she ended curling up from a coughing fit.

This was not a good day.