under the arse end of the world
The rec room seemed to be the place for wayward sick people to show up and it was there that Dani Reese found herself. She couldn't tell what time it was, hell, she could barely focus on the Cardassian script she was supposedly reading. Her fingers stretched out limply against the thick, blocky characters as she squinted down at them. She she was mildly certain they were dancing. Reese closed her eyes and drew a breath. It was like sucking through a goddamn straw.
It needed to go the fuck away.
Right now.
Reese stared up at the ceiling, exhausted, and watched it spin for awhile before forcing herself to stand, empty mug in hand. It had been almost five years since she’d gotten sick with any severity and this was just fucking horrible. Her head. Her fucking head felt huge, her eyes were about to pop out, her throat was raw, her chest was heavy, and she knew she had a fever (it made everything brighter, hyper-real, her balance was totally blown, and she felt like everything was moving in waves). She'd been medicating herself with fever reducing teas when she remembered and drinking more water than the damn ocean held, but that was all she could do. Probably all the clinic could do as well. It was just a damn cold.
God. Dammit. When had the corridor gotten that long? She attempted a frown, but it just made her look even more ill as she stopped and rested her head against the nice, freezing wall. The kitchen wasn't that far. There was some sort of hazily loud noise, though. Confused, Reese looked down to see she’d dropped her mug and it, predictably, had followed the laws of physics and shattered.
"I liked that mug," she mumbled and attempted to crouch to...stare at it. Reese ended up sitting heavily on her rear just blinking at the shards, looking like she was about to cry. "S'not fair," she rasped, exasperated. "S'not!"
And then she tried to get up several times, swearing ineffectively before falling silent.
((OOC: Find her annoyed and ill through Sunday. She’ll be back to normal Tuesday! I can’t ever seem to keep my posts close when I've written them, so have Dani-with-a-cold; fever, chills, stuffed up head, bitchy but too tired to care, etc. As always, tag whenever. Everyone needs a cold at least once a year!))
It needed to go the fuck away.
Right now.
Reese stared up at the ceiling, exhausted, and watched it spin for awhile before forcing herself to stand, empty mug in hand. It had been almost five years since she’d gotten sick with any severity and this was just fucking horrible. Her head. Her fucking head felt huge, her eyes were about to pop out, her throat was raw, her chest was heavy, and she knew she had a fever (it made everything brighter, hyper-real, her balance was totally blown, and she felt like everything was moving in waves). She'd been medicating herself with fever reducing teas when she remembered and drinking more water than the damn ocean held, but that was all she could do. Probably all the clinic could do as well. It was just a damn cold.
God. Dammit. When had the corridor gotten that long? She attempted a frown, but it just made her look even more ill as she stopped and rested her head against the nice, freezing wall. The kitchen wasn't that far. There was some sort of hazily loud noise, though. Confused, Reese looked down to see she’d dropped her mug and it, predictably, had followed the laws of physics and shattered.
"I liked that mug," she mumbled and attempted to crouch to...stare at it. Reese ended up sitting heavily on her rear just blinking at the shards, looking like she was about to cry. "S'not fair," she rasped, exasperated. "S'not!"
And then she tried to get up several times, swearing ineffectively before falling silent.
((OOC: Find her annoyed and ill through Sunday. She’ll be back to normal Tuesday! I can’t ever seem to keep my posts close when I've written them, so have Dani-with-a-cold; fever, chills, stuffed up head, bitchy but too tired to care, etc. As always, tag whenever. Everyone needs a cold at least once a year!))