DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tron, Tron: Legacy or any characters etc related to it.

Here is the other first person story… this time in present tense. Let me know if you like this any better/worse/the same. Again, constructive criticism is always welcome. I rarely write in this tense so I apologize for any slip-ups. After re-reading it a few times I feel like I got myself in a bind with the present tense thing…. *fingers crossed*

Just a Cold

I hate being sick. I do not understand how users…people can withstand this. It is awful, my throat has a sharp pain especially when I swallow and my nose is continuously full of a nasty sticky residue that Sam calls snot. He says that I have a cold and that it will pass, just so long as I keep drinking orange juice. I have spent the day curled up on the couch films for compact discs, a large pile of tissues sitting in front of me. When the door goes up and I hear Sam's motorcycle coming down the road I try to act less miserable than I feel.

"How are you feeling Quorra?" He asks as he walks around the couch to come sit by me.

"Better." I lied. He saw right through it.

"Well I brought you something else that should help, I hope." He shows me two little boxes, one has an orangey red color and is called Dayquil, the other a dark blue-green that reads Nyquil. "It is medicine, for the cold." Sam is always so nice and helpful, I am glad he is my… best friend, or is that not the word I was looking for?

Later on after dinner and another motion picture film Sam is asleep on the couch next to me with a peaceful look about his face. He usually sleeps here but with me being sick and not always sleeping I insisted that we switch. He is more of a gentleman than most films depict men to be, I cannot help but admire that about him. Feeling tired I decide to take the Nyquil and accidentally choke on its strange flavor and consistency. "I hate being sick…" a snicker responds to my grumbling and I realize that Sam woke from my coughing. "I am sorry I woke you…" He waves it off with his hand as usual but suddenly jumps up with the most unusual look on his face. I hear the bathroom door click shut followed by sounds of coughing and choking. I have never heard a person make this sound before, except when their life is in danger so I too jump up from the couch and go to see if Sam requires assistance.

"No… no I am not dying…" Sam's muffled voice comes through the door after I knock and ask if he is alright. I hear him groaning and I just can't help but to try and help him, or satiate my curiosity. Yes, it is one of those two. I am greeted with the sight of him curled up on the floor next to the toilet.

"Are you sure you do not require assistance?" I asked my voice cracking and starting to slur as the Nyquil begins to take effect, perhaps I took too much. He manages to crack a smile at me.

"Just water for now please." He asks as he relaxes back against the bathroom wall. I come back with his water just as he starts coughing again and I realize that something is seriously wrong with him, but I will not describe it as watching has made me feel worse than I have all day.

By the next morning we are both exhausted. I sit on one end of the couch with a pile of used tissues while he sits on the other end with a glass of water and a trash can, just in case. I guess compared to food poisoning having a cold is not so bad, I still hate being sick but I am grateful it is just a cold.

Well, I had fun writing this one, thanks for reading through my two experimental stories. This one was inspired by my own condition at the moment (nasty cold symptoms). And if this wasn't enough fluff for you, have no fear I will be working on some more of that soon. I like to phase in and out of fluff, keeps things fresh and new.

And as usual, another shout-out to my wonderful reviewers!
Gamer AlchemistZ, -ChocoCookie-, roguelane, Hearns, Goldielocksff8, and Dabbling Dabbler

Oh, and I may or may not post again by Friday so just in case…. HAPPY NEW YEAR!