Being Sick Sucks
Who: Tayne and Joyce
Where: Fitness center
When: Early afternoon, about 1ish
There was a shaft of sunlight coming down through the wooden boards half-covering the windows in the fitness center, and Tayne had plopped himself square into it. It was about perfect: the public bathroom was just a quick dash away, the room was open and didn't smell as closed-in and like sickness and sweat as his own bedroom, and it was bigger than Dhaval's claustrophobic little closet.
Maybe he'd have gone up to the roof, if he thought he could make it a dozen stories up. He didn't, though. So he was soaking up what sunlight he could, as close to a bathroom as he could manage. There'd been way too much throwing up today. It was not at all pleasant, and Tayne was feeling good and miserable about now.
( Don't try'n be funny with a guy with a fever and upset stomach. )
Where: Fitness center
When: Early afternoon, about 1ish
There was a shaft of sunlight coming down through the wooden boards half-covering the windows in the fitness center, and Tayne had plopped himself square into it. It was about perfect: the public bathroom was just a quick dash away, the room was open and didn't smell as closed-in and like sickness and sweat as his own bedroom, and it was bigger than Dhaval's claustrophobic little closet.
Maybe he'd have gone up to the roof, if he thought he could make it a dozen stories up. He didn't, though. So he was soaking up what sunlight he could, as close to a bathroom as he could manage. There'd been way too much throwing up today. It was not at all pleasant, and Tayne was feeling good and miserable about now.
( Don't try'n be funny with a guy with a fever and upset stomach. )