Scowling, Scully slid out of bed, landing on her butt on the floor and reaching for her slippers.
"Are you drinking fluids?" It all felt far away and kind of academic, but Scully's drilled-in training was still rising to the fore. "We're both sick."
That meant something. Give her a minute. She'd figure it out.
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Date: 2011-08-03 10:51 pm (UTC)"Are you drinking fluids?" It all felt far away and kind of academic, but Scully's drilled-in training was still rising to the fore. "We're both sick."
That meant something. Give her a minute. She'd figure it out.