[Fuck you Otakon and your tons of people, spreading germs and the inevitable sickness that came from everyone leaving and the excitement dying down.
Mary burrows under her covers and sniffles pathetically. And sneezes once, twice, three times...]
Uuuggghhh.....
[She's queit for a few minutes. Why is no one coming?] UGGGHHHHH.
[...Nope, still no
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wha's tha' thin'?
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[She peeks out at him from under the covers, looking as pathetic as she can] I'm sick, Will. Make me some sooouuuupppp...
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Put it in anyways! It makes it better!
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Run while you still can.]
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And with that he leaves to prepare her some soup, and a nice glass of water.
He would normally add some seasoning to his soup but, he's not sure how they'll combine with her old bay... and he'd really rather not experiment because it would be repeated exposure to the spice.
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