Ach-oo!
"Honey, you're not getting rid of that cold. Get in bed."
"Can't. Report to do. I've missed too much work as it is" A 23-year-
old Luna Corrona looked up at her boyfriend and sniffled.
"No way. You are going to the doctor tomorrow. You've been sick for
two weeks. I already talked to our boss."
"Remus, you can't miss anything either."
"I don't have class tomorrow."
"But you always have a lecture on Wednesdays."
"Darling, it's Friday. You've been out cold." Luna sighed.
"Cursed gods, why must you make me ill? Why, why, why? Screw
January." Remus raised an eyebrow at her.
"Time for some more cough syrup, love."
"I hate you!"
"And some more sinus medication."
"Get out of my house!" He replied to this with a kiss on the
forehead.
"And it's time to take your temperature."
"I'm writing you out of my will, Remus Lupin!"
"And I'm putting you back in bed, Luna Corrona! If you don't go,
that will is going to go into effect, and THEN where would I be?"
"OOH!" And with that, Remus picked Luna up, carried her back to her
room, and laid her on the bed, tucking her in and feeling her forehead."
"I think your fever's returned," he said, grabbing the thermometer
next to her bed.
"Open your mouth."
"Remus! I'm a sick woman! Can't you wait?" He frowned at her and
stuck the thermometer in her mouth.
"Maybe the fever is from your horribly dirty mind." He removed it
from her mouth and looked at the mercury.
"102.3 degrees Fahrenheit."
"Damn!"
'Told you!" Luna stuck her tongue out at Remus, and he took the
opportunity to put a cough drop on it. She pouted, he grinned, she made
grunting sounds that suspiciously sounded like swears, he hugged her, and
he turned out the light.
"Go to sleep."
"MM-eem," she mumbled.
"What was that?" Remus asked sweetly. "Make you? Okay." He laid
down next to her on the bed and put his arms around her, singing her a song
to fall asleep to. He held her fpr a moment.
"Luna?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you." He kissed her on the mouth.
"Baby, you're gonna get my cold."
"I don't care."
"Honey, you're not getting rid of that cold. Get in bed."
"Can't. Report to do. I've missed too much work as it is" A 23-year-
old Luna Corrona looked up at her boyfriend and sniffled.
"No way. You are going to the doctor tomorrow. You've been sick for
two weeks. I already talked to our boss."
"Remus, you can't miss anything either."
"I don't have class tomorrow."
"But you always have a lecture on Wednesdays."
"Darling, it's Friday. You've been out cold." Luna sighed.
"Cursed gods, why must you make me ill? Why, why, why? Screw
January." Remus raised an eyebrow at her.
"Time for some more cough syrup, love."
"I hate you!"
"And some more sinus medication."
"Get out of my house!" He replied to this with a kiss on the
forehead.
"And it's time to take your temperature."
"I'm writing you out of my will, Remus Lupin!"
"And I'm putting you back in bed, Luna Corrona! If you don't go,
that will is going to go into effect, and THEN where would I be?"
"OOH!" And with that, Remus picked Luna up, carried her back to her
room, and laid her on the bed, tucking her in and feeling her forehead."
"I think your fever's returned," he said, grabbing the thermometer
next to her bed.
"Open your mouth."
"Remus! I'm a sick woman! Can't you wait?" He frowned at her and
stuck the thermometer in her mouth.
"Maybe the fever is from your horribly dirty mind." He removed it
from her mouth and looked at the mercury.
"102.3 degrees Fahrenheit."
"Damn!"
'Told you!" Luna stuck her tongue out at Remus, and he took the
opportunity to put a cough drop on it. She pouted, he grinned, she made
grunting sounds that suspiciously sounded like swears, he hugged her, and
he turned out the light.
"Go to sleep."
"MM-eem," she mumbled.
"What was that?" Remus asked sweetly. "Make you? Okay." He laid
down next to her on the bed and put his arms around her, singing her a song
to fall asleep to. He held her fpr a moment.
"Luna?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you." He kissed her on the mouth.
"Baby, you're gonna get my cold."
"I don't care."
