Drabble Word : Pale
Set : Mid to late season three. Sometime after 'The Rules'
Cameo Character : Nick Collins
Word Count : 200
Disclaimer : Own the words, but not the world.
She let herself into the apartment with the key she knew was tucked into the back of a loose brick near the door.
And was struck with the sound of deep, rattling coughs. Wincing slightly, she shut the door and called out. "Nick?"
"In here." His voice was a hoarse croak.
Making her way to the small living room, Andy halted in the doorway and surveyed the scene.
Nick was sprawled on the couch, a blanket strewn haphazardly over his legs, his face pale and sweaty. A small mountain of tissues had sprung to life on the coffee table and a plastic trash can was settled on the floor near Nick's head.
"You look like shit," Andy told him, moving tentatively into the room and sidestepped an errant tissue.
Nick's snort of laughter dissolved into another wheezing cough. "Thanks," he managed. "I told you, you didn't have to come over. I'll be fine."
Andy rolled her eyes. "Right. If you can make it to the kitchen by yourself, I'll leave." When that prompted no movement, she grinned. "That's what I thought."
"Fine. Do your worst," Nick mumbled, sitting up enough to hack into the trash can.
"I'll get the soup."