*cough, cough*
"What did Jean say?"
*sneeze*
"Logan? What Jean said?"
*cough, growl*
"Logan!"
"Whad?!" *cough*
"What did Jean say?"
*cough* "Id isn'd life dhreadening… Jusd have do ride dhis dhrough…"
*groan*
"Poor baby… Come on, I know what'll cheer you up!"
"Marie… Jusd led me die, okay…" *sneeze*
"Come on! We'll get you better in no time, I'll promise!"
"How dhe fuck dhis isn'd ledhal? Can'd fuckin' breadhe!" *growl*
"Whad did you say dhis is?"
"Onions and milk, boiled together. It's good for you trust me. Now
you just sit tight and drink that while I make some chicken soup for
you…"
*sneeze, cough* "Id probably is a good dhing dhad my nose isn'd
workin'…"
"Why dhe fuck is id so cold in here… Xavier saving with
elecdrigbills?" *cough, shiver*
"You just feel that way because you have fever. It'll pass, trust me.
Eat your soup."
"I'm nod hungry…"
"Stop whining and eat."
*cough, cough*
"Don't choke on it."
"Jeesh… Aren'd you full of sympadhy doday…"
"One could almost think you haven't been ill before."
"I haven'd…" *cough, groan* "And dhe small pain from sdabbing myself
dhrough dhe gud do ged healed up is sdardin' do sound bedder every
second…"
"Whad's dhis?" *cough, growl*
"It's a nasal spray. Should help to open your sinuses. You're
sounding a bit stuffy."
"Really? Wonder why…" *sneeze*
"Just use it."
"So I sduff dhis end do my nose and squeeze?"
"Remember to inhale. Otherwise it just drips straight back out."
"Inhale? How dhe fuck am I supposed do do dhad?!"
*cough, cough, sneeze...GROWL!!*
"Ahh… Shit… Hand me that tissue… Oww… My fucking nose…" *sneeze*
"What the fuck is in that? Battery acid?"
"It worked, didn't it?"
"Yeah. I think it ate off everything except adamantium from inside of
my skull… Ahh, fuck!" *cough*
"Now that we have gotten your sniffer back in order, we should see if
we can do something about that nasty cough of yours."
"Marie… If it involves me inhaling vile substances, forget it…"
"No, no. I think you might actually like this…"
"What is this? Feels cold…"
"VapoRub. It'll warm up soon. Just rub it on to your chest."
"It stings my eyes…"
"You didn't rub your face, did you?"
"No… At least I don't think so."
"Logan…"
*cough, cough*
"No, I didn't. It's the fumes. I can't fucking see a thing… What are
you trying to do? Kill me? Because if that's what you're after, there
are easier ways… Oh, Christ…" *growl*
"That's it. And now put on a t-shirt and go to bed. I'll bring you
some extra blankets."
*groan* "My head hurts… Can't get comfortable…"
"That's the fever. Here. There's a pitcher of water on the table.
Remember to drink a lot."
"Marie?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you come over here and sit with me? Just until I fall asleep?"
*whine, cough, growl*
"Well, I'll probably catch it anyway… Scoot over a bit."
"Thanks. Can I…"
"Put your head on my lap."
"Thanks, kid." *cough, purr...*
*sigh*
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I'm suffering of the mother of all flu's. Mean being
which only purpose is to drive me nuts, clog my airways and stop all
rational thought process. Naturally my muse suffers likewise.
which only purpose is to drive me nuts, clog my airways and stop all
rational thought process. Naturally my muse suffers likewise.