Nggguh, or, The Flu.

[fingersofleaf]

Maybe it's just being outside all the time, and an unexpected late spring chill--though the weather's been awfully nice lately--or maybe even his healthy immune system can't be healthy all the time, you never know--but at any rate, Percy hasn't gotten out of bed yet, and for a young man who's usually up by five, that doesn't bode well

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[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene, an early riser herself, is still not quite as early a riser as Percy, so he's usually been up for 40 minutes to an hour by the time she gets moving. When she doesn't smell breakfast, she knows something in wrong, and she ventures out into the main room, which is also Percy's, to see what has happened.

[fingersofleaf]

He's curled inward and facing the wall his bed is pushed against, so he doesn't see her; he's very hot to touch and, although he's not aware of the fact, talking to himself in a voice so quiet and incoherent that it's impossible to tell what he's saying.

[dragon_dealer]

"Percy?" She says quietly, and if she is worried, it is impossible to tell, because her voice is calm and even. Coming over, she lightly touches his shoulder.

[fingersofleaf]

Mff! Random touch! He rolls over a little bit to try and look at her, and smiles muzzily. "Hey."