FLU EVENT: why you?! [Zac]

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann couldn't remember the last time she had actually been sick sick. Last week, she'd developed a bit of a cough, but she figured that was just allergies that had long since been forgotten because of her years spending spring in doors, and now she works at a place that deals with flowers and pollen. She didn't think much of it. Then she started loosing energy. A particular work out in the training room, two days ago, made her feel like she was dying. The next day she woke up with a fever, a pounding headache, and just generally felt like death.

She'd headed to the infirmary, to hopefully get something to just make it go away. But it just wasn't that simple. The doctor said she had the flu of all things. He'd admitted that other people had come in with it as well, but had come in to get care a lot sooner than her. She had said she was fine, but then abruptly vomited on the floor. He told her to lay down in one of the beds while he cleaned it up and then get her a glass of water.

Her fever and symptoms just seemed to get worse, her general outlook on life darkened as she tried to get comfortable in the bed, but to no avail. She just felt like she was dying. She'd managed to fall asleep, however. She got up once through the night to go yack her guts up in the bathroom and wash her face. She got back in bed and laid awake, groaning and moaning and trying to make herself feel better with her power--to no avail.

She'd managed to fall asleep sometime before dawn, but her hunger woke her up. She didn't like who she saw when she did wake up. "What are you--" she paused to hold back a bit of vomit, "--doing here?" Ann probably looked awful thanks to her night, and now that she took a moment to look at him...

Zac looked awful too.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac doesn't really get sick. There's an old Asian proverb which says something along the lines of 'Bad grass' - i.e. those invasive, pesky weeds that grow out of nowhere - 'are hard to kill' and it wouldn't be much of a stretch that Zac fits such a description very well. He's invasive, pesky and nosy, mean and incredibly self-conceited - just paint him green and glue leaves on him and he'd be a perfect talking weed already.

Plant analogy aside, being under the weather is a state that's been quite elusive to the boy really. For the whole four years he's been in Hammel, the number of times he's skipped school due to health reasons can be counted with two hands, give or take an extra five fingers. Incredibly vain and self-conscious, the boy's been keen on keeping his body in tip-top shape, which may account for his relatively strong resistance to diseases. He's lucky enough to have been spared from the past 'epidemics' that hit the school, may it be the common cold of '07 to the mono of '09.

Until now, that is.

His nose has been runny ever since the field day, but the symptoms haven't been that severe for him to be alarmed back then. He was getting tired easily, splitting headaches suddenly popping out of nowhere and his eyes becoming a little too sensitive, but he just shrugged them off, telling himself that he's just been overworking himself lately (it's the last stretch of the year after all; hooray for tests and papers piling up all of a sudden). It wasn't until he saw himself that morning looking flustered as hell and his temperature a little too hot for comfort did he drag himself to the infirmary.

When the doctor told him he's caught the flu, he was beyond surprised. He was thinking he'd stop by to get a note to skip class officially, sleep for a bit and drive around town for a bit; instead he was told to stay in the institute infirmary until Pete arrives to pick him up. "Oh me? I have a secret relationship with the school nurse and I'm here to check up on her. What do you think I'm doing here?" A little too cranky, but with the situation he's in, it's not like he could help it (it's not like he's pleasant when he's not sick anyway).

"You look awful. Alex did that to you?" he teased, smirking as he rubbed his incredibly congested nose.

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[Ann Hudgins]

His cranky attitude caused her to narrow her eyes. She could hear the sickness in his voice, despite his default ass-hole tone. Intellectually, she knew she should cut him some slack, the infirmary was open territory to the students and staff and the doctor had told her that others had been popping up with the flu this past week. However, thanks to her night spent with bad sleep and absolutely empty stomach, her intellect wasn't winning; her mood was, and she wasn't happy. She glared at him as she pushed herself up into sitting and leaned back against the headboard. Her midsection hurt too bad for her to hold herself up.

"No he did not," Ann snapped back when he asked if Alex did that to her, though she didn't argue the point of looking awful. She felt awful. "I'd smack you if I could reach." No really, she would, but she wasn't about to get up, her head was throbbing and swimming and roiling. She let her head rest against the wall for a moment with her eyes closed. "Shit," she was mumbling to herself, "need to call in to work..."

She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to draw in a deep breath but she was wracked with a few deep and dry coughs. Alex! She hadn't told him where she was either. She glanced around her and nearly smacked herself in the forehead. She left her phone. She sighed deeply, she probably had an inbox full of messages. "Hey..." she glanced over at Zac, all previous hostility out of her voice, "I need to use your phone. Please." Even though she said please, she wasn't really asking.

(sorry for crapness)

[Zachary LaRousse]

With such a simple task such as standing up straight turning into something near herculean, it didn’t take much to make the smug teen fall. He was walking towards one of the beds near Ann when his feet suddenly tangled themselves up, making him stumble and fall ungracefully on the floor. Had it not been for his reflexes, his face would’ve been bust already. “Fud-CHOO!” As it seems, his ailment leaves no room for complaining – how swell. “This isn’t good,” he shook his head as he scrambled to get on all fours.

He struggled to get back up again; he couldn’t possibly snap and be all assholic on someone when he’s on a lower tier, at least line-of-sight-wise that is. It took all his strength just to pull himself up, so instead of sitting up, he simply flopped himself down, turning sideways to face the empath. He could just sit properly later; it’s not like both of them are going anywhere anytime soon. “Oh yeah, I forgot, the Dwarf can’t do anything,” he laughed (then coughed soon after) at his own obscure joke. He does say though the he is in no way bitter still over the two lovebirds; he’s just teasing, nothing more, nothing less. “And he still lets his ladylove fight his battles? How lovely.”

“You have work now? Where?” Apparently the time is ripe for job hunting these days. She couldn’t have applied for Mama’s Garden though; he would’ve at least known that, right? He was just about to say one of the most overused lines ever (‘You didn’t say please’) but then Ann had to go out and crush his punch line. Darn it. Now he has to think of a ‘better’ one, and in his half-awake state, they’d be all sorts of fail, he’s sure.

He dug through his pockets for his phone and then suddenly threw it at Ann’s direction, yelling “Catch!” as he did. “A small kiss would suffice as payment for my services,” he grinned, sending one of his arrogant winks to Ann.

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D; Seems my writing is at the same state as Zac is feeling in this thread - sick and awful. D;. Sorry.
- Jam

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann squeaked in surprise when he fell as he made his way over to a bed (out of all the empty beds he was heading her direction, she noticed). She didn't laugh, even though that urge presented itself, and lord knew she wanted to. The Flu sucked. When he sneezed, it was like it awoke her own sinuses and she felt the poking, tingly sensation at the back of her nose. It was one of those slow motion sneezes where you could feel it coming the whole time and just wanted it to be over. Her head started to tilt back and her hand rise to cover her mouth. "Aaah....aah..." It was coming but it just didn't want t--"choo!" Well, there it went. Ann made a face and wiped her hand on her pant leg--yeah it was gross but she wasn't about to lean over the side of the bed to reach the tissues because that would increase her chances of falling out of bed.

"Stodp talking about hib." She tried to sound threatening, but that sneeze totally blocked up her nose and prevented her from pronouncing her words properly. She let her head fall back onto the pillow and immediately regretted it because of the pounding and whirling it caused. She groaned faintly.

She looked up when he asked if she had work now. She nodded. However, she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him so she didn't immediately blurt out where, because she could definitely see him barging in and being himself. Riley was understanding about a lot of things, but she was pretty sure he couldn't put up with him. "An office." She decided to be vague just to piss him off. There were plenty of offices in town and she decided right then that even if he ventured a guess to the right one, she'd say no.

She was glad to see he started to dig through his pockets without any sort of resistance, because she didn't have the energy to deal with it, and fumbled to catch the phone when he threw it at her. In her state, she didn't manage to catch it but knock it out of the air with her hand so it landed in her lap. It seemed heavier than a phone normally would weigh or maybe she was just really weak like this. She picked it up and immediately shot a text to Alex, telling him the situation and where her phone was. Then she dialed the number for Patching Adams.

"Hey Riley," she sighed into the phone when he answered. It was understandable that he didn't know who it was immediately so she said, "it's Ann. I've got the flu. Stayed over night in the infirmary, I don't think I can make it to work today." Or for the rest of the week. He was understandable, as he always was about anything, and promised it wouldn't be a big deal. He suggested he'd make her some 'get well soon' food and she appreciated it--Riley was a fantastic cook she was beginning to find out, thanks to the things he brought in sometimes--and hung up.

Now, if Ann had been around phones for the past few years, she would have learned about deleting things to cover tracks, but she'd only had her phone for a few months and wasn't all that interested in learning all the different programs and whatnot about it, so she didn't delete the phone number to Patching Adams, or Alex's text. She just tossed it back to Zac, unawares. "Thanks." Though it sounded like 'danks.'

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Bless you,” said Zac without much thought, instinctively sniffing as he felt his nose suddenly feel a bit more congested than normal. A triumphant smirk suddenly appeared on the boy’s face as he finally hauled himself on top of one of the beds, though it’s still a bit far from where the empath is. He’d get there later, she just wait; besides, it’s not like he needs to be near her just to throw snide remarks at her (in fact, being out of her reach is probably the best way to effective escape such an encounter without a scratch).

He did made a face when he saw Ann wipe her hands off her pants after sneezing. “Eww Ann. Could you possibly get any more disgusting?” he teased, sticking his tongue out and trying to look sickened by the gesture. Not that he needs that much help in transforming into a sickened bystander anyway. “It’s probably a good thing we didn’t end up together. I’d probably dump you the moment I see you do that.” How the boy can still speak so much despite being down with the flu is totally beyond me.

“You got it baaaad.” While Zac felt like his head’s being pulled open in opposite directions, he has a feeling that Ann’s got it worse on a whole new level. He did hear that she unconsciously absorbs people’s emotions – would such feelings of unease and discomfort have played a part in making her seem even worse (granted she has yet to master that aspect of her powers yet, that is)? “Make me,” taunted the smug teen, though his mask of arrogance was broken quickly by the nose-wipe that followed soon after, the boy inwardly cursing his rather runny nose for ruining the mood he was going for.

As surprising as it was, Zac decided to leave the empath alone as she went on to notify the important people in her life. He promptly rolled on his back, tucked his arms behind his head and looked straight up the ceiling, the heat in his body creeping into his eyes and making them incredibly heavier than he remembered. An office, he thought as he slowly lulled himself to sleep. Rather vague and obscure; a slimy eel despite her current situation really. Makes Zac want to search for her office a bit more then.

He had just began drifting off when he felt his phone bounce on stomach, as well as hearing Ann’s blurred ‘thanks’. “Dow’n mention it,” he nodded, turning slightly to the side to face Ann and placing his phone just beside his arm. “How’re you and Alex by the way? Has he tried kissing you yet?” More importantly though, “Is he still angry with me?”

Lucky for Ann, Zac had no presence of mind to check and save the said numbers at the moment.

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[Ann Hudgins]

Ann really didn't care if he thought wiping her hands on her pants after she sneezed was disgusting--yeah she thought it was pretty icky too, but at least it wasn't her shirt--and any time he mentioned them 'getting together' it just ignited her angry and loathing towards him and made her want to retaliate. "Well you weren't close enough for me to wipe them on you." Of course her congestion greatly butchered the sincerity and conviction of what she said, but added to the authenticity of it. She leaned sideways, though it really hurt her midsection to lean and use any sort of muscles what so ever, but she needed a tissue. She grabbed the whole box and set it next to her and then plucked one up and blow her nose.

It didn't help her congestion what so ever.

Yes. Ann does have it pretty bad. Though oddly enough her powers weren't malfunctioning right now, she was pretty much in as good of control as ever. However if someone were to touch her right about now, she probably wouldn't be able to block that. She didn't want to test that out, though. She shifted in the bed, in an attempt to find a more comfortable spot, but it just made all her bones and muscles ache. She groaned.

After she'd tossed Zac his phone, she was totally prepared to go to sleep, her eyes were shut and everything, but he'd started asking her questions about Alex. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face when he asked if they'd kissed yet. She opened her eyes slowly and then realized it was Zac that was talking, and him knowing anything about their relationship couldn't possibly be a good thing. She wiped the smile off her face. "Maybe." Yeah, smooth Ann. He totally has no idea now.

"I can't speak for him," Ann replied with a narrowed look at the ceiling, she sighed as she turned to look at him, "but I still am."

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Eww. Disgusting! Did Alex teach you all those things, or did you just learn them all by yourself?” Zac’s sides have started to hurt when he talks in rapid succession really, but his ego isn’t really letting him shut up at the moment. He groaned a bit when his head started pounding again, mouthing a couple of soundless ‘Oh my god’s as he curled into a ball, closing his eyes and massaging his temples in an effort to alleviate the pain. Where the hell are those painkillers anyway?

After a couple more groaning and deep breathing/huffing, the pain slowly subsided, going down just enough for Zac to be able to right himself once more and flash a weak smile towards his companion. He can’t look like a weakling in front of Ann anyway, even if she’s proved to him (and to the whole world) that she can kick his ass whenever she wants to. At least when she’s not bedridden anyway.

An impish smile sudden went over Zac’s face when he saw the way Ann smiled. “Ooh that sneaky, sneaky fox,” he giggled, thoroughly amused. No, it didn’t bother him that Alex and Ann had kissed and the latter apparently had no qualms about it. He has moved on after all (or so he claims). He was about to say something more when he felt his nose drip something, prompting him to instead extend his arm and try to reach for the box of napkins. “A widdle helb blease?”

“Somebody’s not moving on,” teased the boy, intentionally prolonging the last words to emphasize them, “But I think he’s more upset about the world seeing him as a wimp. He did have his girlfriend fight for him back then.” No way was he saying sorry though – once more, he did not regret what he did, not then, not now. He’s just saying that they should all put that behind them, or something.

He sniffed a bit as he grabbed his phone, feeling it vibrate, and promptly read the message Pete had sent him, asking if he’s ok. After sending a reply, his eyes caught the unfamiliar number in his sentbox phone folder. “Ooh, what’s this? Is this Alex’s number I see?” he smirked, selecting the said number and dialing it.

“Hello Alex? Guess who’s with me in bed right now?” This can’t be good.

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BananaKee! I do hope you dun't mind Zac calling Alex. I'll ask you, and Madsu, when I see you again on what we can possibly do and whatnot. I totally haz no idea on how this will unfold, so yey to everything! ^^.
(It can be that Zac's just bluffing and is actually talking to a dialtone, if you likes. XD).
Sankyoo. <3.
- Jam

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