This is pretty pointless, there's not even a plot. I'm out of ideas and pretty much writing just to be writing. I'll let you decided though. Should I turn it into something or leave it as it is?

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Musa had been doodling all day. She wasn't an artist, not in the least. When she became nervous though, the was what she did. Stars, hearts, smiley faces, peace signs. Even random sketches of eyes that could easily be turned into birds. Nervous habits, huh, why was she nervous? Possibly because for the first time her life, she found herself staring at a blank page with nothing to write.

Flora entered the room, took Musa's temperature, sighed at the results, checked on Techna, and left as silently as she came.

Every one of her friends had come down with some type of virus. Even the boys had been sentenced to the common room's floor, covered in blankets and drowning in medicines. Flora had been away, on Lymphea visiting her family, the day it hit. So, as luck would have it, she had been spared.

Musa stuck her pen in her mouth and crossed her legs on the chair at her desk, spinning as she did so. She knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do when one's stomach was that nauseated but that's how she thought. She tried thinking harder about what to write and then she tried thinking less about what to write. It all seemed to be fruitless though. Nothing was coming.

Techna, on the other side of the room, jerked violently awake. Panting and sweating, the tired girl looked nervously about the room. Nightmares were becoming more and more frequent as the virus progressed. After the first few, she had become numb to the pain of her body being corrupted in ways that shouldn't be possible. That didn't stop her from being confused and weary she woke awoke.

Musa cleared her throat, reassuring the girl that she was awake and safe now.

Techna's relief was short lived though, as Riven came bursting through the door, searching for a bathroom. He, of them all, had resisted the virus the longest and had recieved it the worst when it finally got the best of him.

The girls flinched at the sound of the first hurl, and then the second and third. Flora came through the door, followed silently by Ofelia, the schools nurse.

She had finally paged her when she had realized that Musa's temperature kept dropping. According to the thermometer, the girl was quickly becoming an ice cube.

When Ofelia had finished with Riven and Techna, she placed a warmth spell on Musa and sent her to bed. She said good night to Flora and glanced at her notebook one more time. 'Perhaps tomorrow', she thought. With that, she turned out the light and snuggled into her blankets.

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So, should I make it something or leave it? I think it has the potential to be something but that could just be me. Criticism, please?