RP: I can't be sick Date: March 8, 2006 Characters:Percy Location: Aurors Headquarters Private/Public: Private Rating: G Warnings: None Summary: Percy is sick, but he refuses to admit it.
Percy had been feeling... not sick, but not well either for a few days. A few degrees of fever didn't mean anything as far as he was concerned. They had too many people out, and he couldn't afford to leave the office unguarded. No, he needed to work, and work he did. So what if he had to run to the loo a few times to throw up? He had always got there before he got sick and he was still putting in a day's work. Of course, his day consistent of about sixteen hours now, because his eyes were shiny and teary and he couldn't see well, so it took a little longer to do the work, but he still got it done.
The spots had been a little more problematic. Because of Terry's charm work, he couldn't use charms, but clothes covered most of them, and a little makeup (oh, all right a lot of make-up, and Percy knew more about foundation than he ever wanted to know) and his freckles, most people didn't notice that he was sick. Then again, he doubted than anyone would have noticed anyway. They were understaffed and overworked and a lot of the people present weren't feeling well.
So everything was under control, except for the dizziness that had been plaguing him all day long. Not that something like that would stop a Weasley. He might not likeh is family, but they were tough. Vertigo wouldn't stop him from working. No, Sir, and worked he did. He only needed a folder and it was right in the cupboard in the corner of his office. It wasn't really far. Just a few steps from the desk to the cupboard. Just a few steps that he did make. Somewhere between the desk and the cupboard, Percy collapsed and the world went dark for him.