Room 519, Wednesday Afternoon

[blackmagic_eve]

After class, Eve had gone back to her room, changed into her pajamas, and crawled into bed. She was still sick. Not the throwing up, alternating-between-hot-and-cold kind, but the kind where you just had no energy whatsoever. Getting through class had taken pretty much what little she'd had

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[blackmagic_eve]

She set the handouts down and pushed herself into more of a sitting position than what she'd slouched down into. "Hey, you," she said with a happy smile. "C'mon in."

[blackmagic_eve]

"Pretty good, actually," she said. "Still sick, but now it's just being tired and the stomach's a little flippy. Which is a vast improvement over the not wanting to move out of bed at all that I had over the past couple days."