Hello. Just a quick Chrimbo limbo update; probably not one of my best. A Connor sick fic. Not because I'm ill too (anymore) but this is simply because I'd hate to have an ill Connor within ten miles of me. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. And don't give me a cold in compensation.
Connor turned his head to lie on the side, but he couldn't get comfortable. He felt maybe it had something to do with somebody insistently poking his side and jostling him.
"Connor," hissed Abby. "Connor, wake up." Connor groaned, but refused to move. "Connor, sit up this instant."
"I'm ill," moaned the young scientist.
"You have a cold, Connor."
"It's flu. Practically dying." Connor felt a faint slap on the back of his head.
"Stop exaggerating. You've caught the cold Cutter had last week and it was not flu. Now, sit up."
"Give me one good reason why I should stay here and call in sick to work today."
"Because you're already at work, Connor," replied Lester and Connor jerked himself up so quickly that his head swam terribly afterwards. "You're meant to be listening to Stephen and Cutter's presentation on the habits of the Lesser Striped Bitosaurus."
"It's about the nesting habits of some dinosaurs actually," put in Cutter, who was sitting on his desk, staring at Connor. Along with everyone else in the room.
The embarrassment Connor began to feel was cut off by his own cold. He sneezed, groaned and rubbed his eyes, which were feeling heavier by the minute.
"Abby, take him home." Lester opened his mouth to protest as Abby led her friend out the room, but Cutter stopped him. "Which would you rather have; a peaceful presentation or a moaning Connor spreading his cold to you?" Lester nodded his understanding and Cutter turned back to his board. "I regret the day I ever gave him mine and what's worse, I kept it."
So... comments please.