Thread: Walter & Nicholas Who: Nicholas Pucey and Walter Avery. When: March 31st. Evening. Where: School; Nicholas's room. What: Nicholas has the flu. Walter comes to see him.
Nicholas may have been a healer, but there were some things even healers couldn't fix. Viruses weren't cellular organisms and thus there was nothing he could do to combat the flu virus that had decided to take up residence in his system.
He had woken up that morning feeling horrible. His muscles ached and he was freezing cold, despite all the layers of blanklets wrapped around him, a sure sign of a fever, he was congested, and his head hurt.
He had thought about getting up, even went so far as to get out of bed, but he felt so weak that he knew it was pointless. Nicholas was rarely ever sick, but when he was, he was smart enough to know some rest would fix it. Better than going around infecting other people. So he went to his computer, sent emails to the teachers of classes he had that day, and then went back to bed.
He spent most of the day in bed, drinking a lot of water, and sleeping a lot. Somewhere later in the afternoon he went from being ridiculously cold to ridiculously hot, and had shed most of the blankets. A box of tissues sat next to him on the nightstand, with a glass of water.