Fourth Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

[thankgoditsme]

Thursday he'd started getting a cold. Yesterday it had gotten worse. Today, Friday wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He settled for the curling up in a ball thing. Said ball was on one of the couches in the fourth floor common room, swaddled in blankets, staring blearily at the cartoon cat and mouse on the TV and feeling very sorry for himself

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[flashesforinfo]

It was a Saturday, so Angela was making the most of her lazy time and padded into the common room still in her pajamas to get breakfast.

She took a slight detour from her food aim when she saw Friday, though. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Obviously he wasn't, but it was politer than most other options.

[thankgoditsme]

"I think my brain is trying to kill me from inside my head," Friday admitted hoarsely.

[flashesforinfo]

Angela winced sympathetically. "I hate when they do that," she said. "You take something for it?"

[thankgoditsme]

Friday shook his head. "I made it to the sofa and decided not to push my luck. I was going to try to get up and make some tea, but I give it about another hour before I work up the energy to get up. I'm a bit lazy, see."

[sorella_vecchia]

"You," Triela observed oh-so-helpfully, "Look positively awful."

[thankgoditsme]

"Yeah, I feel it too."

[sorella_vecchia]

"You should drink some tea," she decided, heading over to prepare some. Whether he liked it or not.

[thankgoditsme]

"Angela just made me some, but I wouldn't say no to another cup."