Room 422, Saturday Afternoon

[notthehulk]

Maybe going out to play in the rain a few days ago hadn't been such a good idea after all. Teddy was huddled under a blanket on his bed, sniffling pitifully and staring at a bottle of cough syrup left over from when Chad was sick.

Did he take one spoon or two?

A sudden bought of coughing decided for him. He took a swig and groaned. "Gross."

[[OOC: Not for interaction, establishy. Modding permission to the roommate and boyfriend until I get back from real life.]]