Last night I was so tempted to go running around the Glade. I wanted to get a sneak look at Newt and Jackson, I debated with myself for a while saying that if they saw me, it might spark the conversation, but I didn't want to look too desperate. I know it's stupid, but I laid in bed and strained to hear, knowing full well there were across the Glade and on the tower. When I did fall asleep, it wasn't for long, it felt like it was only five minutes before I was forced awake to work. Even though I felt terrible, my head was repulsed by every movement, my stomach felt nauseous and I felt cold and hot all at once, I hopped out of bed quickly. Today is the day.

Just like every other day I had plans after work, the day dragged forever. At breakfast I wrapped my jacket around me as I was sweating in the steamy kitchen, but my body was so cold. Every time I blew my nose, Siggy made me wash my hands, but by lunchtime they were so chapped and sore.

"You're not looking so hot," Siggy mentioned as I finished lunch prep.

"I know, it's freezing in here."

"That's not what I meant... maybe you should head to the Med hut when Joseph gets here..."

"No, I'm alright," I flash a smile to convince him but it only seems to add to his doubts.

"If you're so 'alright' then this won't hurt," he put his hands on my cheeks and gently rocks my head back and forth.

"Ahhh," I pull away as my head rings with agony. What the hell!? The pain only sends me into a coughing fit which increases he intensity of the head ache. I grip my temples in an attempt to help, but it doesnt and when I look up to Siggy he has a stern look on his face.

"You need to go to the Med hut, right now."

"But Joseph is-..."

"Now, Greenie," he says in a voice that doesn't allow an argument.

I wait for the throbbing to lessen before walking outside in the drizzle, I have to talk to Jackson first. He would be napping in Homestead about now since he worked last night, I turn but Siggy sees me.

"So I guess I have to walk you there, huh?," he steps out beside me. "Let's go."

Damn, I need to see Jackson! What if it's good news... Newt might like me!

Siggy shuffles me into the Med hut and sits me on the first bed.

"Hey Jeff. Hey Clint."

"Hey Frypan, you get a cut or something?," Jeff asks.

"No, I'm good. But it seems the new Greenie here is not feeling so hot." As soon as Siggy mentions the temperature, I feel a chill run down my spine and wrap my jacket tighter.

"Wow, Greenie. You do not look so good," Jeff stand from the bench.

"I did that neck whip thing you guys did on Hank when he was feeling down, except she reacted way worse," Siggy tell them.

"I'm fine!," I try to say but no one will listen.

Clint puts his cold hand on my forehead, "Wow. Lay down."

"But I'm-..."

"No, you need to lie down," he gently pushes my shoulder back to the bed. I tried to sit back up but I started coughing, and then my head started spinning. "Jeff grab the lemongrass. Frypan, will you make her some broth or something," Jeff hands him the lemongrass," and boil some water if you can, put this in it."

"Yeah, I can do that," Siggy takes the jar and leaves the hut.

"Clint, I'm not sick," I say but I hear my voice is just above a whisper, anything louder would hurt.

"Do we have any peppermint leaves left," Jeff asks Clint while riffling through draws.

"I think we used them," Clint checks the water bucket. "I'm going to grab more water."

"Check with Zart about the peppermint," Jeff calls to Clint as he leaves then he pulls some yellow flowers from a drawer.

A small cough comes and leads to bigger coughs that rock my whole body, how did I stand at work all day? It wasn't this bad until everyone started talking about it. Everyone seems really busy, I'm not that sick, am I? I close my eyes, the torch is so bright... I shiver again and roll in bed to get the covers out from under me, it took a few minutes.

Clint comes back in with a fresh bucket of water and immediately fills a cup and sits me up," Drink this."

The water is cold and hurts my throat, but I drink some before I lay back down. Clint grabs an old rag and soaks it in the water before placing it on my head, the cool sensation was heavenly.

"I have some tea that Frypan said you needed?," a familiar voice enters.

I open an eye and see Joseph," Hey Joseph," I say weakly.

"Thanks Joe," Jeff says quickly, still working on his yellow flowers as Clint grabbed the blankets from the other beds to give me.

Joe sets the pot on the bench and looks at me," Are you okay?"

I nod my head, but it's barely noticeable. "I'm okay."

"Thanks for the tea, Joseph," Clint places the blankets on my one by one, I feel the pressure but I'm still cold.

Jeff stand up from the bench and carries a small container of liquid to me. I thought he would make me drink it, but instead he takes the cold cloth and rubs it on my forehead. The liquid is heavy, it tingles on my skin, I'm not sure if I like it or hate it. Jeff places the cloth back on and heads back to the bench. My forehead tingles which makes my eyes heavy. I shut them for a moment and when I open them, the room is much darker. My throat aches and I need something to drink, I try to sit up in bed before I am stopped.

I squint my eyes shut as I am lowered back on the bed, "Woah, take it easy."

"Water," I croak. They help me sit up before placing the glass between my lips, I slurp it down thirstily. That's not Clint... or Jeff... I struggle to open my eyes but I can't, they protest the light and the movement. I sigh and forget what is happening and slip back to sleep.

I hear a thud which startles me to open my eyes, my head aches at the sudden jerk of my neck. The room is dark and i see someone sitting beside my bed.

"Clint?," my voice strains.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes," I didn't mean to wake you."

"Newt?"

"Second times the charm," he chuckles.

"Wh-...why-...," I try to form a question my my chest hurts and my mind in muddled.

"Shhh, it's okay. Get some rest," I feel my hair move away from my face.

"My... throat...," I say in a scratchy voice.

"I have some tea here," he sits me up and the lukewarm water slides down my throat. It also tastes slightly of lemon and mint, but it feels refreshing against my mouth.

"Thanks," I murmur as my head leans back against the pillow.

"You're welcome."

I want to talk to him, but my mind slips away and I fall back into a deep sleep. This time I don't wake up until someone wakes me up on purpose.

"Rise and shine, Greenie," a voice coaxes me from my slumber.

"Hmm..."

"I got some broth for you, you have to eat," it pulls me out of my dream.

"Huh?," my eyes open slightly to a room full of light. "Ahh..," I shut them again.

"Let's sit up," they push my back and I feel my head screaming. "Open your mouth." I do as I'm told without opening my eyes and a hot dense liquid is spooned inside. Ugh... my stomach was not excited to get the food, but my throat enjoyed the steamy broth's plunge.

"Clint?," I asked after I swallowed.

"Yeah," he responded and I felt the spoon against my lips again.

I accept the spoon," Why are you... feeding me soup," my eyes creak open slowly, adjusting to the room.

"Greenie, you have the flu," he offers me more broth, but I push it away and lay back down. "You have to eat, you can't just sleep."

"My head hurts...," I mumble and close my eyes again.

"How about your throat? Is it bad?"

"No," I tell him before I cough loudly.

"Still coughing?"

"Yeah..."

"Drink some of this," he says but I shake my head. "Please Greenie, you have to drink fluids to get better."

I lay there for a second longer, then sit up and wait for the drink, it's warm. It's the one I had earlier... I pull away again and lay down, All I want to do is sleep.

When I wake up again, it's dark again, the light of the torch doesn't hurt as much. I sit up by myself, wincing slightly at the pain in my brain.

"You're awake?"

I turn and see it's Jeff, he feels my head and my throat before bringing me a new wet cloth and he forces me to drink more tea.

"That stuff is gross," I complain.

"It'll help with the cough," he explains. "How do you feel?"

"My head still hurts... and my chest."

"Yeah, but you're fever is breaking and your throat seems better."

"What time is it?"

"Late," he responds. "You've been here for two days though, Greenie."

"Two days," I feel the pain in my chest intensify. "Am I dying or something?"

"No, it's just the flu. You probably got it because of the rain, happens every so often," Jeff sits next to my bed.

"God... the way you guy were acting, I thought I was a goner," I give him a weak smile.

He smiles back," It's crucial to act fast, try to get ahead of it all."

"Well, you did it," I congratulate him.

"Barely," he chuckles," You are one heavy sleeper, girl. We had to keep checking your pulse."

"Really?," I laugh and regret it. "I usually wake up to any sound."

"It was partially due to the medicine you were on," he admits while stifling a yawn.

"When do you get to go to sleep?"

"Soon," he sighs. "The next person should be here in a few minutes, I think."

"You don't have to watch me, I feel better."

"It's just a precaution," he says while stretching.

"I hope I don't get anyone else sick," I say quietly.

"It could happen, but Frypan said he made you wash your hands a lot, which is good. And Clint and I have been taking some remedies to be safe, so has everyone else. Ah, just in time" Jeff stands as someone else enters. "She just woke up, seems a lot better. Try to get her to eat and drink a lot," he says before yawning again.

"Get some sleep" Jackson slaps him on the back and takes his place next to my bed.

"Hey," I smile, but it's not better than the one I did earlier.

"Hey there Greenie," he returns the smile.