Room 420, Tuesday Late Afternoon

[ladycfitzgerald]

Anne had been so tired today, she simply couldn't bring herself to get out of bed. She supposed this was dreadfully indulgent slothfulness on her part and could all but hear Mrs. Lynde saying so right at this very moment, but she wasn't feeling well in the slightest and kept drifting in and out of fitful, fevered sleep

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[bookyeve]

Evie hadn't seen Anne around for a few days, so she decided to stop by and bring some cookies for a study session. "Knock, knock," she sang out, suiting the action to the words.

[ladycfitzgerald]

"Enter at your own peril," Anne called out in a mournful voice. "I would be loath to turn away the slightest hope of a ray of sunshine in my moment of feverish despair, but 'ware that you not fall ill yourself!"

[bookyeve]

Evie stared at the door a moment, then poked her head in around the corner. "Oh, dear. Don't tell me you've got the 'flu that's going around? How long have you been feeling poorly?"

[ladycfitzgerald]

"All day," Anne said, her voice muffled by the bedclothes so as not to breathe so much as a single germ in Evie's direction. "I thought I was feeling a bit run down last night, but I'm a horrible unsightly mess now and it's awfully disappointing!"