Thursday 2/12/09
Who: Mal and Garret When: Afternoon, after the power goes out Where: Mal's apartment What: Mal needs to have a serious talk with Garret
Mal woke up tired, groggy and shivering. Garret was doing his absolute best to keep the hounds in the apartment warm, but the power had gone out the day before, leaving everyone that much colder. Glancing around his bedroom, barely having the strength to raise his head, Mal noticed candles everywhere. Tiny flickering flames giving off light and the barest amount of heat. Somehow, Garret had started a fire in cast iron pans. Mal stretched out a hand to the bright gold, running his fingers through the warmth and feeling a bit of the cold dissipate. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep his arm up for long enough to really enjoy it. A tiny ball of fur shivered at his back; Max asleep and cold from whatever the hell infected most of campus.
Mal looked around, finally spotting Garret sitting at the edge of the bed, looking down the hall. "Garret," Mal croaked softly. his breath came shallow and harsh. This was what death felt like. He knew it.