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[flack_nypd]

*Coughing hard, face pale and sweaty*

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[losing_thestars]

[Leaning in, she kisses him lightly on the forehead] You don't sound so good.

[flack_nypd]

*He manages to keep from coughing while she's bent over him, another fit overtaking him when she's clear.*

It's gotten worse...

[losing_thestars]

[She frowns deeply, the concern more than a little obvious in her eyes] Have you called anyone

[flack_nypd]

Nah, didn't think nothin' of it 'till now.

*Standing, he moves to one of the chairs to grab his sweater, Don freezing despite the fever that's easy to discern by touch alone.*