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exsiliumlogs2013-10-21 09:30 am
crocodilesmiles) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-21 09:30 am
( closed ) a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down
Date & Time: Monday, October 21st, mid-to-late afternoon and evening
Location: East Wing 133
Characters: Roommates & Silverberg (should he desire to come by)
Summary: Sometimes food just decides not to agree with you for a day or so!
Warnings: Implications of vomit. Yep.
Okay, so she'd felt a little bad about asking everyone to exit for a while to see if she could get some sleep. She hadn't really been able to anymore than she had earlier, and having no one around, even if she didn't want to talk so much, was lonelier than Gilbert fussing or Break being Break or -- well, anyone being there.
I should apologize, she told herself, and she hopes she'll stick to that when she sees her roommates next. She'd stopped facing the wall in favor of facing the room itself, and the fetal position she'd pulled herself into is more relaxed than earlier. The stupid feeling of nausea wasn't, on another hand -- mostly the gastrointestinal pain seemed to have worked itself out. "I want this over," she whined, rubbing at her eyes. It was the mantra of anyone when feeling under the weather, just like promising fruitlessly that she'd be ever so much more grateful for good health after the fact didn't do much for the present feelings of ickiness.
Location: East Wing 133
Characters: Roommates & Silverberg (should he desire to come by)
Summary: Sometimes food just decides not to agree with you for a day or so!
Warnings: Implications of vomit. Yep.
Okay, so she'd felt a little bad about asking everyone to exit for a while to see if she could get some sleep. She hadn't really been able to anymore than she had earlier, and having no one around, even if she didn't want to talk so much, was lonelier than Gilbert fussing or Break being Break or -- well, anyone being there.
I should apologize, she told herself, and she hopes she'll stick to that when she sees her roommates next. She'd stopped facing the wall in favor of facing the room itself, and the fetal position she'd pulled herself into is more relaxed than earlier. The stupid feeling of nausea wasn't, on another hand -- mostly the gastrointestinal pain seemed to have worked itself out. "I want this over," she whined, rubbing at her eyes. It was the mantra of anyone when feeling under the weather, just like promising fruitlessly that she'd be ever so much more grateful for good health after the fact didn't do much for the present feelings of ickiness.