So here I am. Shut up in my room, buried like a mole under my blankets. I can't believe I feel this awful. I never get sick. No…I'm the peppy one, the cheerful one, the one who…does... not…get…sick, dammit! This is awful. There's a pounding in my head and all I want to do is curl up and die. My body has been taken over by a hideous monster with five heads and a sadistic nature. If I wasn't so cold and tired and nauseous right now, I'd go get some Tylenol. Or is it Aspirin? Damn, I can never remember which.
"Annie?" came a voice from the hall.
I rolled over and peered out of a slit in my blankets.
"Yes?"
Lord, I sound all feeble and pathetic.
"I'm going into the studio for a few hours. I don't want to leave you alone though…"
"Molly…? It's okay, go sing."
That would've sounded a lot better if I hadn't nearly passed out halfway through "sing".
"No, no, you're my responsibility, and be responsible I shall. Don't worry; I got Clu to come take care of you."
Now, I know I must be delusional, because I could've sworn I heard her say Clu was going to take care of me. Clu can't even tie his shoes! Seriously. He has Velcro and everything. But my pounding head prevented me from voicing my objections and as I fell asleep I heard the doorbell ring.
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I woke up later, I'm not sure when and the first thing I saw was blanket. I shifted and pushed the blanket off of my face to see Clu sitting across from me in my desk chair, lazily flipping through a magazine. I would've screamed, only that would involve speaking, and my throat hurt way too much to even think about doing that. Instead I struggled to sit up, which wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, because my head started to pound. I fell back against my headboard and Clu looked up.
"Hey, Annie!"
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Don't you realize that when you speak it only makes my head hurt more?
"Here, have some aspirin."
I love you. You are my God. Let me worship at your alter and toss flowers at you.
I weakly took the aspirin from Clu and the glass of water and downed both. Clu reached over and smoothed a strand of hair off of my flushed face.
"Annie…you'll be okay. Do you want some soup or something?"
I weakly shook my head.
"Do you want some toast or tea or…what do sick people eat?"
"They don't, Clu…" I murmured, falling back against my pillows into a deep sleep.
I cannot believe Clu the Magical Fluffbrain is taking care of me.
"Annie?" came a voice from the hall.
I rolled over and peered out of a slit in my blankets.
"Yes?"
Lord, I sound all feeble and pathetic.
"I'm going into the studio for a few hours. I don't want to leave you alone though…"
"Molly…? It's okay, go sing."
That would've sounded a lot better if I hadn't nearly passed out halfway through "sing".
"No, no, you're my responsibility, and be responsible I shall. Don't worry; I got Clu to come take care of you."
Now, I know I must be delusional, because I could've sworn I heard her say Clu was going to take care of me. Clu can't even tie his shoes! Seriously. He has Velcro and everything. But my pounding head prevented me from voicing my objections and as I fell asleep I heard the doorbell ring.
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I woke up later, I'm not sure when and the first thing I saw was blanket. I shifted and pushed the blanket off of my face to see Clu sitting across from me in my desk chair, lazily flipping through a magazine. I would've screamed, only that would involve speaking, and my throat hurt way too much to even think about doing that. Instead I struggled to sit up, which wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, because my head started to pound. I fell back against my headboard and Clu looked up.
"Hey, Annie!"
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Don't you realize that when you speak it only makes my head hurt more?
"Here, have some aspirin."
I love you. You are my God. Let me worship at your alter and toss flowers at you.
I weakly took the aspirin from Clu and the glass of water and downed both. Clu reached over and smoothed a strand of hair off of my flushed face.
"Annie…you'll be okay. Do you want some soup or something?"
I weakly shook my head.
"Do you want some toast or tea or…what do sick people eat?"
"They don't, Clu…" I murmured, falling back against my pillows into a deep sleep.
I cannot believe Clu the Magical Fluffbrain is taking care of me.
