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sixwordstories2017-01-31 05:03 pm
borrowed_time) wrote in sixwordstories2017-01-31 05:03 pm
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[Coughs.] Just leave me to die.
Alright. I just need to do a sweep for any of my finger prints and DNA before I go.
[She just groans and waves a hand. He could do whatever he wanted.]
Are you serious right now? What is this? Are you hungover?
The sweet embrace of death. [She replies around more coughing. Most likely it's a cold. Maybe an upper respiratory infection but either way it's making it impossible to smoke and therefore she is miserable.]
Nah, I've seen death, this ain't it. Sounds like we should take a vacuum to your throat though.
Vacuum? What are you talkin about? And when did you see death?
To get all the snot out! Not death as in the entity. Just have seen plenty of people die. You're not dying.
Sounds gross. Let's not do that. It's bad enough you're seein' me like this. I should make you leave before you see anything too nasty.
[She frowns.] Sorry about your loss. It's not fun.
[She frowns.] Sorry about your loss. It's not fun.
You're sucha teacher. [She groans and covers her face with her arms.]
~Indeed. Now, I've got ginger tea, water, horrible Gatorade, soup - chicken noodle and tomato - popsicles and magazines.~
[She peeks out at his bounty.] Ya got any tissues?
[Keeping one arm over her face, she reaches out and does a grabby hand with the other.]
[He hands it over, then goes to put some stuff away.]
[While he was gone, she cleaned up her messy nose though as fast as she could blow it, her nose was running again. There really was no dignity in illness. By the time he got back, she'd given up and stuffed bits of tissue into her nostrils to stop the dripping.]
Why does it matter if I see you being gross? Which, by the way, you still look hot. Like this kinda weird, strung out hot, but still fuckin' hot.
[He shrugs.] Who says I lost?
[He shrugs.] Who says I lost?
Thank you. It will be all the rage. [She replies even more nasally than she had before before flopping back on the couch.]
Don't make fun of me. I'm sick.
...I just assumed.
...I just assumed.
[Cassie will try to put a bouquet of flowers in her hands] Lay back and look serene.
[Tenny takes the flowers but rolls her eyes back and flops her tongue out.] Lif this?
Perfect, I will snap a picture for you and post it for everyone to see. I did not write a Eulogy for you, so you'll have to settle for a Steve Harvey quote, once I look it up.
Goddess, what the shit would make you feel better? [The werewolf doesn't get sick. Getting sick is lame, why would he do that? Or know how to take care of it.] Should I call Chrissy? I bet she can take care of this.
And I was just being a shit. Who hasn't lost someone? I mean I still could be a murderbot, you don't know. But my parents passed away. Grandpa too. Couple of friends. Life is brutal, sweetstuff. [He points to the spot next to her.] Mind if I sit?
And I was just being a shit. Who hasn't lost someone? I mean I still could be a murderbot, you don't know. But my parents passed away. Grandpa too. Couple of friends. Life is brutal, sweetstuff. [He points to the spot next to her.] Mind if I sit?
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