FLU EVENT: Catch a Criminal (Levi, Evan)

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam spent the entire trip back to his dorm in sheer misery. He hated being hot and sweaty, only to feel chilled to the bone the next. He hated his stomach twisting itself into knots and going back and forth on the idea of a sudden upheaval. He hated feeling so tired. He hated being sick, period.

It was only through sheer willpower that he managed to make it back to his dorm. It took him five tries before he managed to jam his key into the lock, and a good few moments before he found the energy to actually turn it and shove it open.

He slapped at the door to close it, and considered his options. He could go and try to shower in the bathroom, and turn the place into a sauna. Or, he could do as Walter had suggested and drink water, then have a nap.

But his room was so. Far. Away.

And the couch in the common room was right there.

The choice was obvious. The pyro shuffled over to the couch and flopped down, pulling a pillow over his head. He hadn’t managed to flick the light off in his journey from the door to the couch, and the pillow made a great light filter.

“Fuckin’ fuckface nurses. Guy nurses are GAY.” He was mumbling into the pillow, because he had nothing better to do. “Hope he fuckin’ gets fuckin’ sick an’ fuckin’ DIES.”

Apologies to anyone within earshot.

[Levi Xu]

Levi wasn't feeling well. He'd been nauseated for about a day now, and had spent a good portion of it either sweating or shivering. It sucked being sick, so hard. But he figured it couldn't be that bad, since he rarely got worse than a cold anyhow. He'd be just fine in a few days, so long as he got his rest. Right? Right.

So after his last class of the day, Levi went up to Evan and Sam's dorm. Originally, it was going to be just so he could tell his boyfriend he was planning on skipping dinner so he could sleep the bug off, but he pretty quickly got distracted by how comfy the couch looked, even if Sam was taking up almost all of it. (No, Levi didn't bother with knocking on the door to the common area. Since he was in good with half the suite, he was pretty much always welcome anyway.)

"Move, Sammy," Levi dropped his backpack on the floor and ineffectually smacked at his friend's feet, hoping to get him to curl them in so he could take that end of the couch. "An' there's nothing bad about being gay, so stop talking like that."

The freshman flopped down on the opposite end of the couch from his friend and curled up into a ball. "It'd suck if Van wasn't gay. He wouldn't like me back." Levi sighed; his head was pounding, and he just wanted to sleep. He nuzzled the back of the couch and quickly drifted off.

[Samuel Rixon]

Sammy hadn't expected anyone to walk into his little rant, least of all Levi. The kid would have to forgive his potty mouthed rant. He was just mad at Nurse Jenkins for kicking him out of the infirmary, and that anger wad apparently best expressed with swearing and rude digs.

He groaned in protest and weakly kicked his feet out at Levi's tapping before curling his feet up closer to himself. "'s not you," he clarified. "Nurse Jenkins is a fuckin' fuckface."

At least he had company now, and misery loved company. He was even considering a nap too, if he wasn't so damned hot. It took some rolling to find a cooler spot, ending with him on his back, staring at the ceiling. If he was lucky, maybe one of his roommates would be back soon. Then he could whine at them, too.

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