Fourth Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning
Saturday, November 8th, 2008 08:32 pmThursday he'd started getting a cold. Yesterday it had gotten worse. Today, Friday wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He settled for the curling up in a ball thing. Said ball was on one of the couches in the fourth floor common room, swaddled in blankets, staring blearily at the cartoon cat and mouse on the TV and feeling very sorry for himself. The occasional cough or sneeze was the only sign that he was actually still alive.