Daniel LaRusso (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} masteredbalance) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} museful, |
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The fucking bronchitis was killing him. Daniel had to tell Sensei Silver that he couldn't come to the dojo. He had to stay home and rest his voice. Plus, he felt like he was going to pass out any minute from the meds he was on. He could barely see the numbers as he dialed. He hoped he was getting the right number.
As he waited for him to pick up, Daniel's sick vision looked over the meds in front of him, hoping he had the right ones. His fever was high, he maybe should be in the hospital. But he couldn't get himself there, and Mr. Miyagi was at the apartment building.
Sniffling, he took a drink of ginger ale and surveyed the pills in front of him, phone between his ear and his shoulder.