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The Sick Day

The weather was seasonably warm, which unfortunately meant pollen, and lots of it. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t have been much of a problem; your allergies aren’t nearly as bad as they were when you were growing up, but combined with sudden cold snaps punctuated with freezing rain, you found yourself skipping class that particular Wednesday because your head hurt so bad you could barely see and it felt like there was glass in your throat. It felt like you didn’t sleep at all, tossing and turning and fighting the sheets like you were, but when you shuffle out to the kitchen to get a glass of juice and cold bottle of water, Sollux is already home from work, the cuffs of his boring-ass shirt unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he mucks around with something on the stove. You honestly couldn’t give less of a fuck about what it was if you tried.