Changing in Public, and Other Short Tales

by Dream Painter

E/O CHALLENGE :: A collection of drabbles inspired by a given prompt word or phrase. There'll be humor, there'll be angst, and hopefully... there'll be a good story or two. Rated T just as a precaution.

20. Misery

A/N 1: Playing catch up...

A/N 2: Dear, dear Plat'n. It's possible you're all better by now, but this is for you, anyway. Love ya, dear.

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Prompt: Worn

Word Count: 100

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Misery

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Sam felt worn out. His head hurt and he ached. An army of angry red spots spread all over his body, bent on making his life a living hell.

How was he supposed to remember he'd never had the chickenpox? Furthermore, how was it possible that he'd never had them, but Dean had? It's not fair... He shifted on his bed, whimpering subconsciously.

"You alright, Sammy?" Dean asked, coming to his side.

Sam looked up with miserable hazel eyes. " Dean, I hate this," he whispered.

"I know, Sam," his brother murmured, patting the back of his hand sympathetically. "I know."

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End.

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A/N: Am I the only one whose word count on her word processor is off? Because, the number I counted and what it's giving are different. Danged technology.