x - 0034 [Surekill]

[call_me_spooky]

Does it really have to snow, I was already freezing half the time...

My head is killing me. I think... maybe I just need a couple'f days off.



[ooc; he's sick, mmyep, and he's been doin his best to ignore it. ^_^]

Comments

voice;

[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

Hey Mister..? You ok?

voice;

[call_me_spooky]

I'm fine... just overworked probably. Definitely. I'll be fine.

[Insert mild coughing fit here, oops.]

voice;

[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

You don't sound ok... You want some hot soup? I think I may have made too much... It's chicken with some potatoes and carrots.

voice;

[call_me_spooky]

oh, god... thanks, but I don't think I have the stomach to eat...

voice;

[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

You sure..? You sound like you need a doctor though... I hope someone is there to take care of you?

voice;

[call_me_spooky]

yeah... my-- uh.


Scully's coming.

voice;

[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

Alright... If you say so. Let me know if you change your mind.

My name's Uta by the way... Hope you feel better soon!

voice;

[call_me_spooky]

Fox Mulder. Nice to... meet you.

[all-i-got-left.livejournal.com]

Why exactly is it that people in this damned place insist on dismissing symptoms in the midst of an outbreak of insect-borne disease?

[call_me_spooky]

No ticks. I checked.

[all-i-got-left.livejournal.com]

And you say that like we've only had ticks.

[call_me_spooky]

nghhh....

[all-i-got-left.livejournal.com]

That's about what I thought.

You're getting an exam.

[call_me_spooky]

Great. Is it my birthday?

[all-i-got-left.livejournal.com]

Disorientation, too? This really is serious.

[call_me_spooky]

No, I'm just a pain in the ass. Ask Scully. Shit, where is Scully...

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your concern, Doctor, but I'll take care of him.

[all-i-got-left.livejournal.com]

Good, as long as someone's got him taken care of.

[call_me_spooky]

don't talk about me like I can't......

[all-i-got-left.livejournal.com]

I'm not. Seems more like a case of won't.

[call_me_spooky]

Scully says I'm not supposed to play anymore today.

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Mulder. Stop harassing the nice doctor, close the Network device, and get some sleep.

[call_me_spooky]

He's not a very nice doctor.

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

You're just a terrible patient.

[call_me_spooky]

It's because I never got a lollipop as a child.

She's rolling her eyes at you

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

1/3

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Mulder --

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Damn it, Mulder, I TOLD you to take better care of yourself.

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

I'll be home in a few minutes. Get in bed and DON'T. MOVE.

[call_me_spooky]

Jeez, I'm fine, I'm just a little...

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

Sick, Mulder, and given your medical history, anything is possible. Stay put until I get home.

[call_me_spooky]

like I'm going anywhere... it's cold

[Action]

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[Scully enters the apartment, arms loaded with groceries that help build up the immune system. And some regular food too. She puts it down on the kitchen counter and heads towards Mulder's bedroom to check on him before deciding what her next course of action should be.

She knocks on his door.]

Mulder?

[Action]

[call_me_spooky]

'S open.

[He's in bed, wrapped in a blanket, doubled over a bit. His head is splitting and he's running a fever, and at this point he's given up on trolling the network in favor of lying in a crumpled heap and feeling like crap warmed over. Crap warmed over that occasionally shivers with unjustified cold.]

[Action]

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

[Scully enters and sits by Mulder's side.]

You look like hell, Mulder.

[She puts her hand to his forehead, though it's hardly necessary. One look tells her most of what she needs to know.]

How long have you felt like this?

[Action]

[call_me_spooky]

[That gets a sullen look.]

If I'd been feeling like this you would've heard about it. Been sluggish a couple days.

[He's barely audible, not able to manage more than a mutter, eyes half shut against the light since it aggravates his head.]

[Action]

[specialagentgf.livejournal.com]

You should have said something.

[What Scully really means is she should have noticed. She strokes his head comfortingly.]

Have you taken any kind of medication yet?

[Action]

[call_me_spooky]

Aspirin.

[For all he knows, though, that was yesterday. He hasn't felt well enough today to get far, wracked with chills in spite of his fever. His headache isn't helping his concentration.]

I don't feel well enough to feel like shit.