[Oh, goody. The network is graced with a series of wracking coughs, followed by the unmistakable sound of an already-empty stomach heaving up bile.]
Mat -- I am afraid I cannot come into work tomorrow.
[Another thin, dry cough.]
My arms feel so heavy...
Marron... Please stay away for a few days. This is not beautiful.
[OOC: Yay
plague!]