Declan: "Oh great merciful, Mother Earth, kill me please." Our poor dryad would rather be poisoned again as it was a walk in the park to this. At least here he's so dead he can't feel anything except pain. He'll cuddle up with Keely until he decides to root himself to his apartment floor as holding the tree shape is easier than the human. His most sincere apologies to whoever's in the flat below him.
Mal: Our lovable hellhound will be curled up with Max in the pitiful fire he built by hand in his apartment's bathtub. He's feeling like he just appeared at the pearly gates with a free pass and it getting tugged inside. He wants rescuing in the form of heat but won't admit to it.
Jason: Lucky bastard's off campus with Cassie sexing it up greatly worried about all his friends back here. For those that can get to phones, he's available for communication.
Fox: The flu? The fucking flu? Poor blondie's hunched over his toilet, wishing it was only a hangover.
Bastian: He's coming down with the flu of death as well, but before he gets that sick, he'll realize the pattern and set his kitchen staff to work. Massive amounts of chicken noodle soup, and broth, vegetarian friendly and carnivore happy, will be made, packaged in single and family sized containers and brought round to those laid up. All those that are mobile, be on the look out for a message from him asking for help with deliveries. After all, people have to eat!