Darklove, Justine R. (darklove) wrote in deceptpercep, @ 2010-01-30 02:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ☥ gunslingers, ♀ josalynn darklove, ✏ 4: wednesday |
WEEK ELEVEN | Wednesday // Josalynn & Wyatt
Who: Josalynn & Wyatt Darklove
When: Week Eleven: Wednesday; 10 a.m.
Where: Sanguis: Jozzie's apartment.
What: Josalynn is sick and it feels like the flu.
Rating & Warnings: PG; Language?
Sick was something that a deputy wasn't supposed to be, but Josalynn was. Her body ached everywhere and her head felt like it was being squished from every angle. She was cold one minute and hot the next. All she could do was bundle herself all together on her couch and hope that it would go away. Wishing it away wasn't going to do anything though, because if this really was the flu it was going to be a long and uncomfortable week. All she could think about was what she was going to say when she called in to the station and told them she couldn't work. Gunslingers were never off duty, but she couldn't go out like this. She'd fall over from being so tired. She'd sweat so much that her clothes would be soaked before the night was over. Surely, they wouldn't make her go around talking to people looking like the half-dead. The phone lay on the table, but she was too tired to even pick it up. Why would anyone say anything bad to her? If she had the flu, she had the flu. There was nothing stopping that. But still... she wondered. Eventually, the woman's arm snaked out from beneath the pile of blankets and she dialed the dispatcher. Somebody needed to know she couldn't be out tonight or she'd get in more trouble than just missing a few days. Hopefully, they wouldn't stick her with more paperwork. That's all she needed—somebody to drop by her house and bring her paperwork for her to work on while she was coughing her head off. Sounds just like something her brother would do to her, damn it. |