DATE: Day 64
CHARACTER(S): Alita (
littleimposter ); Matt (
binary_addict )
STATUS: Closed/ Incomplete
SUMMARY: Medics are supposed to take care of the sick... even if they don't particularly want help.
LOCATION: Room 405, maybe infirmary later.
It was bound to happen eventually. Even if this was a super-advanced spaceship, illness was a fact of human life. Where they went, it followed. Really, Matt was surprised they hadn't come up with any crazy space viruses yet.
That didn't change the fact that he hated being sick. He'd woken up feeling like his skull had been attacked by a jackhammer sometime during the night. It hurt to move, let alone drag himself down to the infirmary for pills. So instead he just sent in a request for sick leave and tried to fall back asleep.