Seras' bed was piled high with extra blankets. Seras, herself, was burrowed underneath them in a shivery, achey, sneezy ball of sick. As she had been for most of the weekend.
Flu viruses sucked.
[OOC: And so do waitresses who just bail out of shifts with out calling. Which is what happened this morning and why I won't be around for interaction
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