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He had been looking over his notes from the tryouts, names and basic abilities and ideas he'd had, and trying to figure out what the hell his next move should be. He had been doing that, much earlier. Now he's starting to feel achy and faintly nauseated, and the tiniest shivers of something that might very well be a fever are making themselves felt.
Terrific.
Eric sighs and leans over the kitchen table and the mug of coffee in his hands. He'd thought that something warm might help, in a vague and probably incorrect way. Maybe he should just go back to the hut and get himself into bed, but that would involve getting up, which is a task he's not exactly relishing the thought of.
People get flu here, probably. All these people, living together like this, it makes sense that bugs would float around. But Eric's worked in schools for pretty much his entire adult life, and schools are practically giant petri dishes, and he can't remember the last time he was sick.
Not that he's worried. But it's kind of strange.
His stomach lurches and he fights down a groan. What the hell. Maybe he's just due.
[yes, it's another one of these posts. open to anyone, late tags ST etc etc ad nauseam.]
Terrific.
Eric sighs and leans over the kitchen table and the mug of coffee in his hands. He'd thought that something warm might help, in a vague and probably incorrect way. Maybe he should just go back to the hut and get himself into bed, but that would involve getting up, which is a task he's not exactly relishing the thought of.
People get flu here, probably. All these people, living together like this, it makes sense that bugs would float around. But Eric's worked in schools for pretty much his entire adult life, and schools are practically giant petri dishes, and he can't remember the last time he was sick.
Not that he's worried. But it's kind of strange.
His stomach lurches and he fights down a groan. What the hell. Maybe he's just due.
[yes, it's another one of these posts. open to anyone, late tags ST etc etc ad nauseam.]