Room 201, Monday Morning

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This morning Bart woke up not wanting to run.

Something was terribly wrong here.

"Aaaaandreeeeew," Bart mumbled from under a pillow. Then winced at what the noise did to his head. This was so much worse than last time. "My head hurts."

And he had a weird rash on his arm that itched! Why did he have a weird rash that itched?!

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[wannabe_pan]

Andrew was a light sleeper. Years of living with an older brother that constantly threatened to remove one of your toes so he could summon a Tarlock demon would do that to a person.

He didn't jump out of bed, exactly. There was some sheet tangling, so it was more of a graceless fall.

"Bart?" he called from the floor. "What's wrong? Where are they?"

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Bart winced at the noise.

"Heeeeaaad huuuurts."

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew managed to twist out of the blanket and move over to Bart's bed. He crouched down next to his roommate. Speaking quietly he asked, "Were you out drinking last night? What do you need? I have some Tylenol."

[fastestkidalive]

"Does juice count?" Bart asked, peering out from under his pillow.