Lian has the flu so of course, Roy has the flu too. Stupid public school. One kid gets sick and suddenly the entire district's been infected with the plague. Feels like the plague. At least Lian's coughing stopped so she could sleep. Strawberry-flavored cough syrup didn't bother her at all.
Five showers later and eight Advil Cold and Sinus/Vitamin C/Garlic Pill attempts later, Roy was still hacking up more lungs than he actually had and wearing more Vick's vaporub than any sane person ought. He pulls on a black shirt to match the black pajama pants he's wearing, throws on the hideous duck-covered robe Lian had given him last father's day and staggers off down the hall.
He checks on his little girl who seems to be all right. Mumbling the lyrics of "Jenny from the Block" which...may or may not mean she's delirious.
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got.
He checks but there's no fever.
Great. Now it's stuck in his head.
I'm still I'm still Jenny from the Block.
Who gave her that CD anyway? Wally? Kyle? Dick?
He drags himself to the bathroom mumbling about how he used to have a little now he has a lot and no matter where he goes he knows where he came from. That does it. He's killing Wally.
The small dinky cabinet behind the mirror held no other magic remedies besides toothpaste and expired Vitamin E. Well, there was always the supply cabinet in the corner. He peers into the cabinet and blinks. Okay, this wasn't here last time he grabbed a towel.
A bar in his linen closet? Someone has a sick sense of humor.
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This scene continues in the bar]