♠ 022 - Is it serious? I'm afraid it is. ♠

[zombie_pen]

[tucked into bed, sheets and a heavy quilt up to his neck. there's a wobbly stack of books on his nightstand, another taller one leaning against the bed. Sam sneezes, the sudden jerking movement sending used tissues flying. a half empty bowl of chicken noodle soup is perched on the books near his bed, looking like it'll take a dive at the slightest

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[vi952]

That certainly looks unpleasant.

[zombie_pen]

[looks up with bleary eyes, grabbing a fresh tissue to dab at his nose]

I'd rather have my teeth pulled with a pair of pliers.

[vi952]

You shouldn't say things like that. There are probably people here who would gladly do that for you.

That's not even counting the City itself.

[zombie_pen]

Actually, been there, done that.

Sick pair of Pagan gods tried to turn Dean and me into sacrifices.

[ad_perditionem]

Good to see you're not dead in a ditch somewhere. I, uh. Guess.

[zombie_pen]

Gee, thanks. Missed you too, sunshine.

[sticks his tongue out, damn near biting it off as he starts to cough again]

[ad_perditionem]

Hey, I was wondering where you'd gone off to, okay? That's a genuine worry. Do you want me to bring over some soup or something...? You sound like you've got one boot in the grave.

[zombie_pen]

[smiles thankfully]

Soup would be great actually. I'm not terribly hungry, but I guess I should be eating...