Beca woke up in her bed. She had a throbbing headache and couldn't remember how she got there. She vaguely remembered having a fight with Chloe. Right then the door opened. "Hey Beca, I made you some tea." It was Chloe.
Suddenly it all came back to Beca. "You!"
"Yes, it's me," said Chloe. "You're doing much better than you were at the Doctor's Office. There you kept calling me 'that redheaded demon-whore'. Haven't heard that one before."
"You kidnapped me!" said Beca.
"Beca, you had a fever of one hundred and three," said Chloe. "I hate to say it, but I told you so."
"Alright," said Beca. "Thanks for taking me to the doctor."
"You're welcome," said Chloe. "Now drink your tea."
"Why?" said Beca. "What's in it? Roofies?"
"Calm down," said Chloe. "It's just tea and some other stuff."
"Other stuff?" said Beca. "Like Roofies?"
"Like honey," said Chloe. "I'm not trying to drug you."
"I'm just messing with you." Beca drank her tea.
"Good," said Chloe. "Now I already called the radio station and told them you would be sick for the rest of the week."
"What?" said Beca. "You do realize they don't pay we for sick days?"
"They don't?" said Chloe.
"No," said Beca. "It's a student job. I'm barely getting paid minimum wage."
"Well that sucks, but you've got a fever of one hundred and three," said Chloe. "Plus, it's Thursday. You're really only missing two days of work."
"I'm not that sick," said Beca. "Just give me some Tylenol and I'll be fine."
"You threw up in my car," said Chloe.
"I did?" said Beca.
"Yes," said Chloe. "And the fact that you don't remember it kinda disturbs me."
"Sorry," said Beca. "Look, I've had a nap. I feel better now. Let's take my temperature and see if it's gone down."
"Fine," said Chloe. "I'll take your temperature."
"No, I'll take it," said Beca.
"You think I'm going to fall for that?" said Chloe. "I'll take your temperature."
"Fine," said Beca. "Take it under the armpit."
"Where else would I put it?" Chloe pulled a thermometer out of her pocket.
"Are you going to use that one?" said Beca.
"Yeah," said Chloe. "Why?"
"Don't you know?" said Beca. "You're not supposed to carry a thermometer in your pocket. That throws off the temperature."
"I've never heard of that," said Chloe. "I'm pretty sure you're making that up."
"No I'm not," said Beca. "That thermometer's messed up. Go get a new one."
"Are you just trying to get me to leave so you can sneak out?" said Chloe.
"Jesus, you're paranoid," said Beca. "Just go and get a new thermometer. I'll stay here."
"Do you think I was born yesterday?" said Chloe. "I knew you were going to be this way. That's why I stopped at the vet."
"Why'd you stop by the vet?" said Beca.
"To get some cat tranquilizers," said Chloe. "I put them in your tea. They should kick in any minute now."
"You drugged me!" Beca tried to shove her fingers down her throat.
Chloe grabbed Beca's hands and held her down. "Shhh. You're sick and you need your rest."
"You better not be here when I wake up," said Beca. "Or else I'm gonna strangle you, you redheaded..." Beca was asleep before her head hit the pillow.