Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 02/02 ].

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Cal didn't care if he was so sick he felt like death warmed over; he was pretty sure there was new Rumor Gal tonight. The set-up was perfect. Clearly, he had to get out of his room, which needed some time to let the bad air out, so he needed to relocate for a little bit. And he was too sick to move around looking for the 'lost' remote.

Funny how things like that always happened on Monday, wasn't it?


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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Cal agreed. "Claire got me tea yesterday, and Triela got me Kleenex. Now soup. All I need now is to not be freaking sick."

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"And meanwhile, we're all waiting on you hand and foot," Hurley laughed.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"...maybe I don't need to stop being sick after all," Cal realized with a sniff.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, dude, you do," Hurley said. "Cause as nice as this is, wouldn't you rather be eating real food and... stuff?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal sniffed a little, thinking it over. Sure, he felt absolutely miserable, but he could get people to do stuff for him at the drop of a hat. And they pitied him and felt bad for him, which was kind of nice.

It was a really hard choice, especially since, when sick, Cal tended to lean very heavily toward the wanting to be coddled for his patheticness.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Plus, dude, you can't, like... kiss anyone, while you're sick," Hurley pointed out.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Hurley did have Cal there. He thought about it for a second and how Claire did like him an awful lot, but probably not kissing through mucus a lot.

"Okay, point," he said, and petulantly sipped at the broth in the soup bowl.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"When I'm right, I'm right," Hurley said. "So, think anyone's gonna be shown in their underwear for no reason this week?"