The Fourth Sin, Saturday Night

[jarodpretends]

Jarod made his way slowly down the stairs. He'd been delirious for a few days from a fever and missed Parker's phone calls from England while he was sick in bed. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. He'd had enough soup, tea, and juice over the past week to last him for a while.

He contemplated calling Parker.

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[mparkerceo]

*ring*

She's just making sure he's not in a coma. Really.

[jarodpretends]

Jarod pulled his phone out of his pocket, but didn't answer right away, because his mouth was full of turkey. "Mmph."

[mparkerceo]

Parker gave her phone a weirded-out look, then put it back to her ear and said, "Tell me you're actually conscious now, and not answering the phone in your sleep."

[jarodpretends]

Jarod swallowed the bite he was chewing. "Sorry about that, Miss Parker. My mouth was full." He grabbed some grapes and a handful of twinkies and made his way back to his room, phone balanced on his shoulder. "How's Angel doing?"