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Characters: Tatum and, much to her dismay, Mack.
Setting: Outside of University house, Wednesday afternoon.
Content: SFW.
Summary: Tatum is on death's door with a head cold and in no mood for Mackenzie. So naturally, she appears.
Tatum was fairly sure that if any germs came within a few square miles of her, she would probably catch them. It wasn't really an ideal trait for someone who planned to work in a hospital one day, but there was really no helping it. When the weather cooled off, even if it was only a bit, she usually caught a cold. She was more prone to the flu when she visited Maine, but there was always something going around.
On this particular day, which she had opted out of classes on, she was feeling particularly terrible. Since the night before, her head was sore, her nose was stuffed, her throat was sore and she was pretty sure that the hot flashes were going to drive her insane. One moment she was freezing, sweating the very next. She couldn't seem to get comfortable, but had spent the majority of her day wrapped up in a blanket and playing PSP, nursing a glass of Nesquik of all things. She didn't know what it was about it, but she had always drank the stuff whenever she was sick, even as a kid. Unless she was getting sick, in which case milk was never a go-to option. It made her shudder to think about.
Becoming bored was a problem though, and between gaming and napping, she hadn't really done much of anything or even left her bed. She felt achey and tired, but dragged herself to her desk and flopped down. She supposed she could take it outside, get a little fresh air. Taking just a bit longer than usual, she rolled a little joint, sniffling as she tucked it behind her ear and let her hair fall over it. Blanket still wrapped around her shoulders, she shuffled to the door and into the hall, down the steps and outside. It looked fairly deserted, and that was just what she wanted to see. Wrapping her blanket tighter to keep it from dragging on the ground, the redhead made her way over toward the side of the building, coughing dryly the whole way before she had even lit up.
Finding a good rock to perch on for a few minutes, Tatum gave another pathetic sniffle before slipping the joint between her lips and lighting it. Exhaling through her mouth, no chance of exhaling through her nose, she closed her eyes and shivered inside of the blanket.
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