405 - In bed
"Scooter? Hey, Scooter, you home?"
Groaning, Scooter turned over in his bed so that his back was to the door. He'd been feeling off all weekend thanks to that scratchy throat that had been dogging him, but overnight it had blossomed into the Head Cold from Heck. Even thinking of getting up to do something made him feel dizzy. Maybe if he didn't answer then maybe whoever had gotten into his apartment would take the hint and leave.
No such luck; he heard footsteps make their way through his living room and down the hall to his bedroom, followed by the creaking of hinges as the owner of the footsteps opened the bedroom door. "Scooter? What are you still doing in bed? Are you sick?"
Somehow the go-fer resisted the urge to facepalm. "No, Gonzo, I tried to get up this morning but my bed changed into a black hole and sucked me back in."
"Really? That's so cool!"
Palm, meet face. "I was kidding, Gonzo. I really am sick; I haven't been able to get out of bed all day. I'm pretty sure it's that flu Robin had."
"Man, that's rough." Gonzo clucked his tongue sympathetically. "You gonna be all right? You want me to let Kermit know?"
"Could you?" Scooter asked around a feeble cough. "My phone's over on my dresser but I don't think I can make it over there right now."
"No problem."
Groaning, Scooter turned over in his bed so that his back was to the door. He'd been feeling off all weekend thanks to that scratchy throat that had been dogging him, but overnight it had blossomed into the Head Cold from Heck. Even thinking of getting up to do something made him feel dizzy. Maybe if he didn't answer then maybe whoever had gotten into his apartment would take the hint and leave.
No such luck; he heard footsteps make their way through his living room and down the hall to his bedroom, followed by the creaking of hinges as the owner of the footsteps opened the bedroom door. "Scooter? What are you still doing in bed? Are you sick?"
Somehow the go-fer resisted the urge to facepalm. "No, Gonzo, I tried to get up this morning but my bed changed into a black hole and sucked me back in."
"Really? That's so cool!"
Palm, meet face. "I was kidding, Gonzo. I really am sick; I haven't been able to get out of bed all day. I'm pretty sure it's that flu Robin had."
"Man, that's rough." Gonzo clucked his tongue sympathetically. "You gonna be all right? You want me to let Kermit know?"
"Could you?" Scooter asked around a feeble cough. "My phone's over on my dresser but I don't think I can make it over there right now."
"No problem."