Sick
"Szayel! Where the fuck are ya?"
"I'm right here Nnoitra."
Said walking spoon turned around, squealing a high pitched (manly) scream.
"How fuckin' long have ya been behind me?"
"How long have you been looking for me?"
"About two hours."
"I've been walking behind you for the last two hours."
"You little-!" Nnoitra was about to grab him up by the throat, but Szayel sonĂdo-ed behind him. He pushed his mask piece in the shape of white, square rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"What did you need, anyway?"
"Tessy's sick. He can't train if he's throwin' up ev'rywhere!"
"Fine. Bring him to my lab. I'll examine him."
"'Kay."
About a half an hour later, Nnoitra showed at Szayel's door, dragging a miserable lookin Tesra behind him. The blonde sniffled a bit before pulling a tissue from his pocket and blowing his nose. Nnoitra gave a look of disgust before knocking on the door. Szayel opened the door before Nnoitra stopped knocking, and got konked in the head by Nnoitra's fist.
"Ow!"
"Hmph. Wuss."
"Ass." And with that, Szayel ushered poor Tesra into his lab. Nnoitra made to follow, but Szayel slammed the door in his face, hitting his nose.
"Goddammit!"
An hour and several disturbing and high pitched screams from Tesra later, Szayel walked out of his lab, a shaken and terrified looking Tesra trailing.
Tesra sneezed.
"I figured out what is wrong with Tesra, and he should be well In just a few days."
"What's he got?"
"H1N1."
"What the hell is that?"
"The swine flu."
