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littleredd From: [info]littleredd Date: February 13th, 2011 01:06 am (UTC) (Link)
"You don't know. It could be a slow moving strain." Oh Merlin. It could be some of those things that would be dormant until Ben got angry. Then suddenly it would explode in all their faces! "It could just, I know it lived in the woods. Anything living in the woulds would have fleas! It has fleas, and fleas have germs. Europe got the black plague because of fleas on rats!"

He moved into her room with a bit of an anxious glance about the room.

"You wouldn't know you had it until it was too late. We should get him test."
hardluckwoman From: [info]hardluckwoman Date: February 14th, 2011 03:36 am (UTC) (Link)
"He's not going to let anyone test him. Though, he probably has half of the supplies to go it himself in his room," Erica suggested, not exactly helpfully. She shut her door when Brian was in, turning the latch for the lock. It wouldn't be worth it to have any friends stopping in unexpectedly when she had a meltdown to deal with for the time being.

She moved over to her bed, sitting down on the edge, and patting the mattress beside, offering to let him join her. He might calm down faster if he took a seat instead of pacing a track in her floor. She even scooted to make more room, giving him his space. "Just had laundry done yesterday, blankets and sheets are all totally clean," she added. "Sit, breathe deep."
littleredd From: [info]littleredd Date: February 15th, 2011 06:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
"He can test himself. He should, he could have it and then everyone could die. It would be like the middle ages of Wizardry because he didn't test himself." He sat on the bed, staring at his hands as he bit his lip. Yes, logically Erica was right, but the thought was right there! And no matter what, he was unable to think about anything else. Just images of sickly sores peppered across faces, oozing and people dying.

How could he not think about it?

Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head up and swallowed. In past experiences, he knew that sometimes he just needed to think purposely about different things. Anything. Something.

"I think I like someone. She lives in Sonnier.....what if she gets it too?"
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