October 16th, 1978 -- As Trevor Bulstrode
Well, after a couple of weeks of avoiding getting infected with whatever this mystery bug that seemingly everyone in the department has, I have finally succumbed. It's bloody horrible, now I really get why people were so cranky. I don't have a lot of the coughing, sneezing or fever garbage that I've heard about, but I have absolutely no energy and this weird lesion thing on my arm. The fuck?. I can barely physically get up in the morning, so my Dad said I wasn't going into work today. I protested as well I could, as the department's horribly understaffed these days with everyone out sick, but to no avail. I guess I'm just stuck here until I get better.
That cancels the weekend plans with Ren, then. I don't want her ill.
That cancels the weekend plans with Ren, then. I don't want her ill.