Room 409: Thursday Morning

[lovechildblair]

Blair sat on his bed, putting on another layer of socks over the two pair that he had on. Stuffing his notebook, laptop and a roll of bathroom paper in his bag, Blair stood up to head out for classes.

"Whoa."

Feeling dizzy, Blair sat down on the floor and groaned. "I am hating the flu."

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[notstakedyet]

During a time between classes, Angel came by. Normally he wouldn't come up to four, but sick little brothers trumped those kinds of concerns.

He knocked. "It's Angel."

[lovechildblair]

Blair looked up from his place on the floor and decided that being rude was something he could accept. Heyelled at the door. "It's unlocked!"

[notstakedyet]

Angel opened the door by turning the knob and giving a light push, then leaned casually against the outside of the doorframe. A plastic shopping bag dangled from his other hand.

"Hey. How you feeling?"

[lovechildblair]

Blair smiled up at Angel. "Miserable. The flu isn't fun at all, man. I'm all tired and sniffly and my head hurts and I get all dizzy when I move around." Blair bounced slightly and swayed. "See?!"

"Is that soup?"