[Locked to Romana, Vincent, Nick, and Bianca]

[comedownthisroad]

Okay.

Um... it's been a few hours, and I know Romana's been trying to figure something out, but... I'm feeling kind of sniffly and headachy. And I know I'm PROBABLY overreacting, but better safe than sorry, so I'm heading over to the clinic where they're doing the research and stuff. I figure that'll be the best place to be, all things considered.

Here's hoping this'll all be over by Saturday. If not... I'll be okay. I'm tough. I've been waiting my whole life for this birthday. It's fine. :) Really.

[Locked to Bianca] Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. They're saying Angels are immune, as far as they know, so if I'm getting sick and my wings come in, I should be okay, but... what if they don't? I am SO not ready to die. Not like this. What do I DO? [/Locked]

Comments

[asoultosave.livejournal.com]

Just don't panic, Babycakes. That'll just make it worse. You're a tough, tenacious little thing and there's no way in hell you're dying of a friggin' monster flu. Archangels do not go down like that, and you've got the soul of an archangel even if you don't have the wings yet. Fight it off as best you can and do what the doctors say even if they act like they wouldn't know their ass from a hole in the ground.

Jesus H. Christ, when did I get so Hallmark-y?

[sgt-angel.livejournal.com]

Sixteenth, isn't it?

Saturday I'm not scheduled to work, and won't be unless an emergency comes up. One that I can handle. If you'd like, I can sit with you. I know how that can go.

[comedownthisroad]

I...

Yeah. I'd like that.