Sick (Caroline/Ditzy)
“You sure you don’t want me to stay?” Ditzy asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he was watching Caroline curled up in bed.
“I don’t need a nurse,” she rolled her eyes. “Seriously. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“And I’m the Queen of England.”
“I’m sure we can get your majesty a crown, or something,” Caroline grinned, pulling Ditzy into a kiss. “Now fuck off, Doc and get wasted.”
As soon as the door closed behind Ditzy, Caroline reached for her mobile and dialled the familiar number.
“Mick? It’s me. Listen, are you still in touch with that guy in physics?”