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Amy walked down the stairs. The house was finally quiet. It was about time. She headed for the coffee maker thinking ruefully about her first night home.
She hadn't been home half an hour with Shane before she had begun complaining about how bad she felt. After a few hours of trying to unpack and settle everything in while being forced to listen to Amy whine, Shane finally told her to check her temperature and found it to be a little high. He dosed her up on Tylenol and told her to lie in bed.
Chris had called from the plane. For some reason he'd felt it necessary to give him the lowdown on how terrible his trip was going. He'd told him Matt had been sick 100% of the trip. The car had been bad enough; the plane was just about killing him. Shane bit back the "well you might have given him some Dramamine" comment that was on the tip of his tongue. He didn't need to know how much easier it could have been. Added to that, he'd told him that Jeff was a basket case. Couldn't get comfortable, couldn't take Matt being sick at all. He was just coming unglued. Top it off, the only one of them who wasn't sick and was acting human had gotten disgusted with all of them and went to sit by himself. Chris had laughed when he told Shane.
"Shane, he just finally looked up, slammed his book, told us 'you people suck!,' got up and went and sat in the back of the plane." Shane sympathized with him and made all of the appropriate noises and finally ended the call.
He thought about what he'd said and applauded Adam. He knew how he felt. "You people suck" wandered through his mind. He liked that. It just said what it had to.
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Adam gently moved Amy's feet and curled up on the end of the couch. He smiled a little when she simply stretched them out in his lap again. He didn't mind. Maybe it would help him warm up. He'd wrapped himself up in a quilt and still he was cold. Sore throat started, too, and it was damn near impossible to breathe through his nose. Figures. He'd felt a little off all day pretty much since they'd hit the airport and so had Jeff, he knew. He hadn't said much about it seeing how tightly wound Chris was getting over the other two. He'd really hoped that if he ignored it, it would just go away. Now seeing that everyone at home had the flu, he'd resigned himself to the inevitable. He almost had to laugh. All the strain, all of the tension and anxiety of the last few weeks and he'd held out fine. Now, home not yet an hour, he was already sick. He figured he was pretty well set up though. He'd gotten his quilt, his juice, and had a roll of toilet paper spindled over his thumb. Barring a crisis, he had no reason to get up, not even for a tissue. He looked around marveling at the contentment he felt at being here. He'd missed being home. The peace he was feeling, looking around him now, couldn't be disturbed even by the flu. It was better for them here. Maybe this was all for the best. He let his gaze wander to Matt asleep on the floor in front of the TV. That was his spot. He never sat on a chair if the spot in front of the TV was free. Nice to see him there again. Sad that it had happened this way, but still.He smiled a little and let himself drift off.
Matt's fingers played absently with the strings of the carpet. He'd staggered into the house, flung himself belly down on the living room rug in front of the TV, and refused to move again. Thank god, everything was finally holding still. He hadn't even been able to focus on the TV. His head had been spinning so badly. He'd dozed off and the dizziness had passed while he slept. He felt better now and was seriously thinking that he'd like to go get a pillow if only it didn't involve the climb up the stairs. He was beat. He rolled over onto his back and his eyes lit on Adam. He stretched out a leg and poked him with a toe. "Hey."
Adam jumped; he had been dozing. "Hey. You're up! You feeling better?" Matt sat up carefully. Moving too fast screwed up his eyes. "Yeah, I think so. You look like you aren't though. What's wrong?" Adam, he thought, looked like hell. Adam snorted and waved a hand around. "The air is contaminated. Unless you stop breathing, you're next." Matt stared at him blankly. He was having trouble connecting. "Adam?" Adam raised his eyebrows. "Yes?" "What are you talking about?"
Adam sighed. He knew Matt couldn't help it but he just never *got* anything anymore. It was beginning to be a major irritant. Matt's wit had always been so sharp. He'd always been quick to get just about any joke and grasp any situation however subtle. Now, if it wasn't spelled out in front of him in big block letters he just didn't understand. "I just mean everyone's sick, Matt. Amy has the flu. I know Jeff was fixing to get sick. That's why he was so damn whiney all day. And my head's about to drop off. We should have known. It always happens the second we slow down for a minute." Matt made a face and shifted his gaze to Amy. She looked really tired even in sleep.
Matt scowled and scooted over to lean his back against the couch. He wanted to get up but things were jumping around alarmingly. He scowled then leaned his head back against Adam who patted his shoulder comfortingly. "What's the matter, Matt? Why are you so ticked off?" Matt shrugged a little. "My head feels really weird. Things are like.blinking." Adam nodded. He'd heard it before. Matt had been complaining about this for a day or so. God knew it had to be irritating. "Don't worry, Matt. You know they told you it would go away." Matt shook his head. "No, Adam, this is different. I can't describe it. But I don't like it." He muttered to himself for a moment and then climbed to his feet. "I'm freezing. I'm gonna go get a blanket IF I can get upstairs. You want anything while I'm up?" Adam laughed. "NO. You'll use all your strength to get yourself up and down the stairs in one piece." Matt shot him a look that let Adam know how amusing he found that comment and cuffed him lightly. "You shut up, you couldn't do any better." Adam laughed and waved him away. "Yeah, good luck. If I hear a crash, I'll be sure to go pick you up."
Matt's gaze rested on his friend for a moment. He thought Adam was trying to be funny but whatever he'd said had flown out of his mind already. Sighing, he headed for the stairs holding on to the wall for support. Things still flickered madly just on the edge of his sight line. He wished he knew when he could expect that "effect" to go away. It was making it very difficult to get around. He made his way down the hall, eyes lingering on familiar objects. God, he'd missed home. He was so glad to be back. Why was he back? He paused for a moment unable for the most fleeting of seconds to remember where he'd been, what he'd been doing, or why he felt he'd been gone from here. He stood, fingers lightly brushing the wall, waiting for memory to return. He'd already learned not to force it. A moment later, recall. His eyes filled with tears as he thought about all that had happened. He didn't know what he was going to do to fix this. It was all such a mess. Swiping at his eyes, he changed his course now heading for the bathroom to find something to wipe his eyes and blow his nose with. Dust motes floating on a beam of sunlight captured his attention and he stood lost in their golden dance.
A slight tug at his hand broke Matt's trance. He sniffed loudly and looked down into the face of Amy, her already pink cheeks flushed to near scarlet. "Whatcha looking at, Matt?" she questioned, her hands dropping limply down to her sides. "Huh?" For the life of him he couldn't place her. Her thoughtful eyes searched his confused brown ones for just a moment.
"I just asked what you were staring at. You've been standing there forever." He goggled at her, the effort of trying to retrieve her name almost painful. His eyes found the sunlight again, the glow pulling him away from her. Exasperated, she yanked on his sleeve. "Matt!" her voice was sharp. "Cut it out. It's creepy." Annoyed, he turned on her. "Look." and then it came to him.
Amy. That was it. A rush of relief flooded through Matt and he had to hold back the urge to shout her name. Giddy now having remembered her name he said, "Sorry, Amy, I'm spacey. I know. I'll try to stop it." She nodded.
"Where were you going?" He thought for a minute. "Upstairs, I think." She eyed him critically, hands on her hips and then shook her head. "I don't know. I don't think you'll make it on your own. Come on." Sighing, she held out her hand to him. Amused that she would think he needed to be led, yet bitterly aware that she was probable correct, he took her hand and let himself be led upstairs.
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Amy walked down the stairs. The house was finally quiet. It was about time. She headed for the coffee maker thinking ruefully about her first night home.
She hadn't been home half an hour with Shane before she had begun complaining about how bad she felt. After a few hours of trying to unpack and settle everything in while being forced to listen to Amy whine, Shane finally told her to check her temperature and found it to be a little high. He dosed her up on Tylenol and told her to lie in bed.
Chris had called from the plane. For some reason he'd felt it necessary to give him the lowdown on how terrible his trip was going. He'd told him Matt had been sick 100% of the trip. The car had been bad enough; the plane was just about killing him. Shane bit back the "well you might have given him some Dramamine" comment that was on the tip of his tongue. He didn't need to know how much easier it could have been. Added to that, he'd told him that Jeff was a basket case. Couldn't get comfortable, couldn't take Matt being sick at all. He was just coming unglued. Top it off, the only one of them who wasn't sick and was acting human had gotten disgusted with all of them and went to sit by himself. Chris had laughed when he told Shane.
"Shane, he just finally looked up, slammed his book, told us 'you people suck!,' got up and went and sat in the back of the plane." Shane sympathized with him and made all of the appropriate noises and finally ended the call.
He thought about what he'd said and applauded Adam. He knew how he felt. "You people suck" wandered through his mind. He liked that. It just said what it had to.
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Adam gently moved Amy's feet and curled up on the end of the couch. He smiled a little when she simply stretched them out in his lap again. He didn't mind. Maybe it would help him warm up. He'd wrapped himself up in a quilt and still he was cold. Sore throat started, too, and it was damn near impossible to breathe through his nose. Figures. He'd felt a little off all day pretty much since they'd hit the airport and so had Jeff, he knew. He hadn't said much about it seeing how tightly wound Chris was getting over the other two. He'd really hoped that if he ignored it, it would just go away. Now seeing that everyone at home had the flu, he'd resigned himself to the inevitable. He almost had to laugh. All the strain, all of the tension and anxiety of the last few weeks and he'd held out fine. Now, home not yet an hour, he was already sick. He figured he was pretty well set up though. He'd gotten his quilt, his juice, and had a roll of toilet paper spindled over his thumb. Barring a crisis, he had no reason to get up, not even for a tissue. He looked around marveling at the contentment he felt at being here. He'd missed being home. The peace he was feeling, looking around him now, couldn't be disturbed even by the flu. It was better for them here. Maybe this was all for the best. He let his gaze wander to Matt asleep on the floor in front of the TV. That was his spot. He never sat on a chair if the spot in front of the TV was free. Nice to see him there again. Sad that it had happened this way, but still.He smiled a little and let himself drift off.
Matt's fingers played absently with the strings of the carpet. He'd staggered into the house, flung himself belly down on the living room rug in front of the TV, and refused to move again. Thank god, everything was finally holding still. He hadn't even been able to focus on the TV. His head had been spinning so badly. He'd dozed off and the dizziness had passed while he slept. He felt better now and was seriously thinking that he'd like to go get a pillow if only it didn't involve the climb up the stairs. He was beat. He rolled over onto his back and his eyes lit on Adam. He stretched out a leg and poked him with a toe. "Hey."
Adam jumped; he had been dozing. "Hey. You're up! You feeling better?" Matt sat up carefully. Moving too fast screwed up his eyes. "Yeah, I think so. You look like you aren't though. What's wrong?" Adam, he thought, looked like hell. Adam snorted and waved a hand around. "The air is contaminated. Unless you stop breathing, you're next." Matt stared at him blankly. He was having trouble connecting. "Adam?" Adam raised his eyebrows. "Yes?" "What are you talking about?"
Adam sighed. He knew Matt couldn't help it but he just never *got* anything anymore. It was beginning to be a major irritant. Matt's wit had always been so sharp. He'd always been quick to get just about any joke and grasp any situation however subtle. Now, if it wasn't spelled out in front of him in big block letters he just didn't understand. "I just mean everyone's sick, Matt. Amy has the flu. I know Jeff was fixing to get sick. That's why he was so damn whiney all day. And my head's about to drop off. We should have known. It always happens the second we slow down for a minute." Matt made a face and shifted his gaze to Amy. She looked really tired even in sleep.
Matt scowled and scooted over to lean his back against the couch. He wanted to get up but things were jumping around alarmingly. He scowled then leaned his head back against Adam who patted his shoulder comfortingly. "What's the matter, Matt? Why are you so ticked off?" Matt shrugged a little. "My head feels really weird. Things are like.blinking." Adam nodded. He'd heard it before. Matt had been complaining about this for a day or so. God knew it had to be irritating. "Don't worry, Matt. You know they told you it would go away." Matt shook his head. "No, Adam, this is different. I can't describe it. But I don't like it." He muttered to himself for a moment and then climbed to his feet. "I'm freezing. I'm gonna go get a blanket IF I can get upstairs. You want anything while I'm up?" Adam laughed. "NO. You'll use all your strength to get yourself up and down the stairs in one piece." Matt shot him a look that let Adam know how amusing he found that comment and cuffed him lightly. "You shut up, you couldn't do any better." Adam laughed and waved him away. "Yeah, good luck. If I hear a crash, I'll be sure to go pick you up."
Matt's gaze rested on his friend for a moment. He thought Adam was trying to be funny but whatever he'd said had flown out of his mind already. Sighing, he headed for the stairs holding on to the wall for support. Things still flickered madly just on the edge of his sight line. He wished he knew when he could expect that "effect" to go away. It was making it very difficult to get around. He made his way down the hall, eyes lingering on familiar objects. God, he'd missed home. He was so glad to be back. Why was he back? He paused for a moment unable for the most fleeting of seconds to remember where he'd been, what he'd been doing, or why he felt he'd been gone from here. He stood, fingers lightly brushing the wall, waiting for memory to return. He'd already learned not to force it. A moment later, recall. His eyes filled with tears as he thought about all that had happened. He didn't know what he was going to do to fix this. It was all such a mess. Swiping at his eyes, he changed his course now heading for the bathroom to find something to wipe his eyes and blow his nose with. Dust motes floating on a beam of sunlight captured his attention and he stood lost in their golden dance.
A slight tug at his hand broke Matt's trance. He sniffed loudly and looked down into the face of Amy, her already pink cheeks flushed to near scarlet. "Whatcha looking at, Matt?" she questioned, her hands dropping limply down to her sides. "Huh?" For the life of him he couldn't place her. Her thoughtful eyes searched his confused brown ones for just a moment.
"I just asked what you were staring at. You've been standing there forever." He goggled at her, the effort of trying to retrieve her name almost painful. His eyes found the sunlight again, the glow pulling him away from her. Exasperated, she yanked on his sleeve. "Matt!" her voice was sharp. "Cut it out. It's creepy." Annoyed, he turned on her. "Look." and then it came to him.
Amy. That was it. A rush of relief flooded through Matt and he had to hold back the urge to shout her name. Giddy now having remembered her name he said, "Sorry, Amy, I'm spacey. I know. I'll try to stop it." She nodded.
"Where were you going?" He thought for a minute. "Upstairs, I think." She eyed him critically, hands on her hips and then shook her head. "I don't know. I don't think you'll make it on your own. Come on." Sighing, she held out her hand to him. Amused that she would think he needed to be led, yet bitterly aware that she was probable correct, he took her hand and let himself be led upstairs.
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