Sick...

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth is lying in bed in her dorm room, alternating between shivering and kicking off the covers because she is too hot.

Her face is ghostly white, and had been ever since she had fainted earlier that morning.

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*knocking*

Liz? Hon, I heard you weren't well. I thought I'd come over and keep you company for a bit. If you need it. *there's concern in her voice*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*sticks her head out from under the covers*

*hoarse throat* Hey Beka

*sniffles* Company would be great... as long as you're not scared of catching the plague! *tries to laugh, but ends up coughing instead*

I guess I've missed all the zombie good clear up...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*hurries in*

Liz... *looks very worried* Are you OK?

Don't worry about me. I can't catch your colds. I'm 3500 years past you immunity wise. *grins*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*waves hand dismissively*

I'm fine... just managed to catch this damn bug. And this is most certainly not your common cold. so be careful

[ooc: I'm thinking off calling it something along the lines of "Munisawayitus" *g*]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I'll be careful. Promise. *strokes her hair back off her cheek*

Anything I can do for you?