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Rachel Berry is not one to allow her body to succumb to sickness. In fact, when she so much as feels a tickle in her throat she begins downing vitamins and orange juice like oxygen. Her reasoning is simple; if she doesn't get knocked down; her dreams are that much closer. So any illness, even as trivial as the common cold is not simply a cold, oh no, for Rachel Berry it is a tragedy. So when she felt the all reveling tingle in her throat and the beginning of a sniffle she ran from her rehearsal, got the necessary precautions, and headed for her bed.
When the diva took her shot of vitamins from the little plastic cup, she laid her head down on the pillow. She knew it was coming; she knew that this cold would beat her vitamins and healthy lifestyle. Rachel had watched as her apartment neighbors each fell ill and disappeared for days. Like a good neighbor, she had taken each person soup. Of course, she did so wearing gloves and a face mask, but it was the thought that counts. She saw the redness of their noses, with the ever flowing ooze of green boogers dripping from them. With every fiber of her being she did not want to have this cold, but the germs were winning. She could feel her body wave the white flag of surrender as the germs began to cause the ugly symptoms.
As she lay in bed the morning after the onset, she just wanted to go back to sleep. So that's what she did. Rachel called her director, who was more than willing to allow her to stay home, and began her day of sleep.
Rachel decided to move away from the vitamins and holistic cures for this one, she didn't have the time. Her show, of which she starred in, was to premiere in a week and a half; she needed to bet this fast. She downed a swig of Nyquil, and trudged through the quiet apartment in her fuzzy slippers and sweatpants back into the warm awaiting depths of her bed.
She grabbed her phone, checking the time and date before she began her hibernation of sorts. She logged onto her Facebook and scrolled through pictures of Finn and his family, his big happy family, pictures of Puck and his baby daughter, pictures of Quinn and her family, pictures of Brody and his smoking body (if looks alone would cure, she would be healed of every illness ever, that man is hot), Santana and her Latina attitude, Mr. Shue's kids and wife, and Jessie's big Broadway announcements. With all this, Rachel rolled over on her side. She was beat and Facebook was the same as always; nothing new.
The medicine rushed through her veins slowing her breathing, her shallow, sickly huffs and puffs, to a deepening snore. Rachel Berry was off to dream land.