Room 315, Thursday evening

[ultimatehottie]

Johnny was sick as a dog. Shivering yet feverish (even for him), sneezing, coughing... it was probably clear that he didn't have what other people did. He just had the flu.

So whatever was happening with town meetings and fighting and what have you, Johnny would be sitting out. And maybe puking out. Gross.

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[giveherahand]

Mara came into the room with chicken soup (because chicken soup was universal) and gave Johnny a sympathetic look. "It's awful to be sick. It will be even more awful if you get me sick, so breathe the other way, okay?"

[ultimatehottie]

Johnny took the soup, nodded, and turned to faace the wall before coughing. Why couldn't he be magically sick like other people? This sucked. Next time a sketchy guy came to town, e was going to buy like five things from him just as flu prevention.

[giveherahand]

"You're sure you haven't been down to Sketchy Gaunt's Bad Idea Emporium?" Mara checked, chewing her lower lip.

[ultimatehottie]

"I grew up with a guy named Victor Van Damme. Became a super crazy dictator super villain guy," Johnny explained. "Sketchy guy with a clearly evil name like Leland Gaunt comes around, I'm avoiding that place."

"This is just the flu."