[pfsb+new mexico] achoo

[porcupineliz]

It's morning on the third day of a four-day visit, and they seem to actually be still enjoying each other's company. For a miracle. Today they're supposed to go exploring one of the nearby neighborhoods, and Liz went to bed last night in happy anticipation.

... and can't seem to pull herself out of the guest bed this morning.

Maybe it's got something to do with the cough and headache she seems to have developed overnight.

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[dr_j]

"Seems about right," he says. "So, you know, boring, a little unpleasant... but it'll pass."

[porcupineliz]

A nod, and a long sigh.

"Probably spend most of it asleep too. Just ... not now."

[dr_j]

"That's fine." Still holding her hand.

[porcupineliz]

She shifts a little, lying on her back instead of on her side. Still holding his hand.


"Where were we gonna go the other day, again? Before I got sick?"

[dr_j]

"We were going to perambulate." He's smiling, a little. "Explore some neighborhoods. Follow our fancy."

[porcupineliz]

Even with her eyes closed, she can tell he's smiling.

"Could you ... tell me a little about them? Where we were gonna go?"

[dr_j]

"We'd follow the river," he says, quietly. "It's not much of a river, this time of year. But... art galleries. Stopping for coffee. Also I'd make us go in the children's museum."

[porcupineliz]

She's starting to smile too, eyes still closed.

"Children's museum. Like a, a science museum, or what?"

[dr_j]

"Mostly. We'd play with the magnets."

[porcupineliz]

"Magnets are good." Drowsily. "What about, do they have the giant soap-bubble thing?"

[dr_j]

"They do." Amused. "Really good ones."

[porcupineliz]

"'S important." Very decidedly.

[dr_j]

He looks down at her.

And says, quietly, "You seem sleepy."

[porcupineliz]

"Little bit," she admits.

[dr_j]

"Then why don't you?"

[porcupineliz]

"You'll wake me up again? If it comes back?"

[dr_j]

His brow furrows. "Of course."

[porcupineliz]

She gives a sigh, and closes her eyes. "Mkay."

She's vaguely thinking that she should eat something later, after she wakes up. She thinks about saying so, but she's already half asleep before the thought quite forms itself.



It takes about two more days for the flu to run its course. She spends most of it in bed, with the exception of infrequent trips to the restroom and one attempt to sit up in a chair to eat some soup. The chills drop off midway through the first day; the fever fluctuates within a degree and a half and then breaks on the second night.

By the next morning, Liz is feeling like she actually wants to get out of bed. And shower. God, does she want to shower.

But she's going to ask Jordie first if there's any reason that would be a bad idea.

[dr_j]

Jordie, reading yet another terrible romance novel, blinks and says that there isn't any he can think of, and the steam will help the congestion.

(There's a stack of romance novels ten deep on the coffee table.)

[porcupineliz]

It's about half an hour later when Liz emerges in a clean sweatshirt and jeans, hair still slightly damp and twisted into a knot, eyes brighter and more alert than they've been in days.

"Oh god I am feeling so much better."

[dr_j]

"Excellent," Jordie says, and stretches. "You look better, too. Like. Overall. Not because of the shower."

[porcupineliz]

"The shower helped," she says, moving a little further into the room and leaning on the back of a chair. "I'm not a hundred percent yet, but like ... I can stand up and walk around and not want to fall over. It's the best."

[dr_j]

Wry: "Expect to still sleep a lot. That's not going away."

[porcupineliz]

"... I hope there was a 'yet' being implied there," she says. "I'm trying to figure out if I feel well enough to fly home yet."

[dr_j]

"Well -- if you do... any time." Mild.