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Roman Ellison :: Eris (watchyourback) wrote in immune_ic,
@ 2011-11-25 21:48:00

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# 2011 [11] november, rae

WHO: Sarah and Rae
WHAT: One's not sick anymore, which means the other one needs to make fun
WHERE: Leaving the infirmary on Liberty Island
WHEN: Backdated to Nov. 22nd
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In progress

Two weeks. It had been two whole weeks since Rae had initially been put in the infirmary for her cold (or flue or whatever the hell it was) from falling off the boat and into the water. Sarah had been concerned to start with, but once she was sure that her friend was okay, it was hard not to find the whole situation so damn funny. She was above making fun of sick people while they were sick, though, so she'd told herself that she'd wait until Rae wasn't dying or anything like that to make with the teasing and the banter. In theory, two weeks hadn't seemed like a long time to wait. But she'd never noticed just how much time she spent with Rae until she wasn't there! Two weeks was a hell of a lot of time to sit around twiddling your thumbs in between doing supply runs and whatever. Considering that getting sick wasn't on the top of her list of things to do, Sarah hadn't gone to the infirmary to visit. She had, however, sent notes. Notes with stupid jokes because laughter was the best medicine and all that.

A Jewish woman had 2 chickens. One got sick, so the woman made chicken soup out of the other one to help the sick one get well.

Aim for the stars. But first, aim for their bodyguards.

There was this Eskimo chick who spent the night with her boyfriend. Next morning she found out she was 6 months pregnant.

If at first you don’t succeed, parachuting is not for you.

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.

Thinking up the jokes and writing them into little notes didn't get rid of the sense of boredom. And perhaps she was crazy for saying so, but going out and actually seeking out some of those zombie bastards didn't completely satisfy her boredom. And that was why she was so glad when she finally got to go to the infirmary. Sarah had been on her way in when she saw Rae actually coming out of the place. With a bit of a smirk on her lips, she walked right up to her best friend. "It's about time you stopped being sick with the flu, cold, hypothermia, whatever-the-fuck-it-was. My life was horrendously empty without you."

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prettydeadly
2011-11-26 04:36 am UTC (link)

Rae was far enough along in recovery to be sent back out into the safehouse, thank god. It was funny. The evening that she'd spent drinking with Eli and David, she'd felt fine. But the very next morning she'd woken up wanting to roll over, sleep and never wake up again.

It started as a flu. The regular old flu, like every other dozen or so flues that Rae had had in her life. She'd still gone to the infirmary, of course. In correlation with her underwater-zombie bite, she hadn't been received very well—it had taken a miracle and her father, Sarah, Eli, Aaron and Miriam's insistence that she was immune to keep her from being thrown in quarantine. She'd seen the intranet posts that O'Brien guy had made about being locked in the solitary confinement they called quarantine, and she wouldn't survive that. Not with her sanity intact, anyway.

It was while she was at the infirmary that it morphed into pneumonia. To be honest, no one was surprised, least of all her. She'd spent a good five minutes in ice cold water and the next few hours in ice cold weather. It was miraculous that it wasn't worse than that. And it took her a good week or so to even start getting better. Now, though, she was better. Mostly, anyway. And it was a good thing, if only because being sick seriously cramped Rae's style. It sounded horrifically cliché and a little bit ridiculous, but really, being cooped up in bed was just… not who Rae was.

Sure, she had company now and again, Eli kept her company, but she wouldn't let him stay too long lest he catch this plague. Sarah's notes always made her laugh, and she was secretly glad that her friend hadn't come to visit her, because like with Eli, if she caught this, Rae wouldn't forgive herself. But the joke notes had been nice. Her other doctors were awesome, too, and her dad had stopped in for a little while a couple of times, too, but other than that, it had been a quiet couple of weeks. And she was itching to get out.

So, when they told her that she could go, she was up and out of bed faster than anyone probably expected her to be.

And, much more expectedly, Sarah was there to greet her as she came out. In her normal, Sarah way. Rae chuckled a little bit. "Pneumonia," she corrected, not realizing until then exactly how stuffed up she still was. "And my life was empty without you too, darling. But I'm back now. And mostly better than ever."

She paused for a second, grinning. "For what it's worth, I could totally make a tomato taste awesome in fruit salad if I had the chance," she pointed out, not serious but using it as a way to thank Sarah for the sanity keepers while she was locked away.

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watchyourback
2011-11-26 05:34 am UTC (link)

The whole situation with the boat had been ridiculous, if you asked her. They'd wanted to put Rae in quarantine, which was stupid as anything. When you had five people insisting that a person was immune, wasn't that enough to keep the people in the infirmary from wanting to throw someone into quarantine? Really. And, of course, who could forget the fact that Rae falling in had left Sarah by herself to row all the rest of the way to Liberty Island? Maybe she hadn't gotten sick, but it had been a lot of work to do all by herself. Laziness was not something that had died with the end of the world, and it sure as hell had not ended its very long relationship with a certain immune explosives specialist. Things had sucked for them both, it seemed. Probably a little more for Rae, but only a little. Or something.

"Ah, pneumonia. Forgot about pneumonia." Kind of paled in comparison to possibly getting bitten by zombies who could turn most people into mindless flesh-eating freaks of nature. As it was, having a stuffy nose was probably better than infection. "Oh good. I'm glad your life was equally empty. I would have had to find a new best friend otherwise and that's pretty hard to do now. Nobody would want to put up with me anyway."

The comment about making tomato taste awesome in fruit salad had her laughing. "Yeah, okay. I mean, you know I'd probably eat it because I eat just about anything. But tomato was never meant to be in fruit salad." And there in lied the wisdom. "Glad to see you liked me jokes, though. Would have read them in person, but I didn't want to catch the plague."