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Characters: Feferi Peixes and Open!
Setting: The first floor, around room 1-05, and the infirmary
Format: Action
Summary: Troll flu isn't exactly like human flu. Feferi's mostly going to be good and stay in bed, but she's going to also take a trip to the infirmary. Why? Because.
Warnings: one miserable fish troll who really needs to be in bed. said fish troll is also event-infected.

the first floor and room 1-05

[The door to Feferi's room is open, and inside, there is a troll bundled up in her extra clothes and in bed, looking utterly miserable. She's trying to not look as miserable as she feels, but that's not working nearly as well as she thinks it is.

Occasionally, she can be spotted with the blanket wrapped around her, going to check her messages on the network, but she should really be back in bed. You might want to point her in the right direction...]

the infirmary

[After a while of tossing and turning, Feferi has made her way to the infirmary. The problem? She really doesn't have much of an idea what most of these things in here do. She's looking at the bottles of pills and liquids curiously, and the instruments with even more curiosity.]

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Actually. Question. I keep getting confused, and I can't tell whether it's normal for that to happen with human flu or not. What time of year is it? I keep feeling like one minute, it's sometime back a few months ago, then I'm back in normal time. Like things skip around when they aren't supposed to.

What?

[Eridan frowns, further shuffling into the room and looking at Feferi cautiously.]

What do you mean like skipping around?

It's hard to explain, but it feels like I know where am - I know I'm here in the Tower, I recognize people's faces, all of that. But I don't always feel like I know when exactly I am. Or it feels like I'm in the past when I'm sitting here in bed just like --

[Like then. It's winter, isn't it? It's winter and she's in bed and things -- they aren't fine. This isn't winter, it's the middle of summer and someone's screaming in a cell next to hers -- and then things are okay again.]

-- I didn't move, just then, but I could swear I was somewhere else.

You didn't go anywhere.

[There's a pause.]

Nor anywhen.

[He'd have noticed.]

That's weird, do you want me to keep you company?

It felt like I was back in that fucking pod of Jason's, back over the summer. Same feeling to it, same tension in the air, even smelled the same. But I know I - Time stuff isn't my thing. I wasn't even very good at Life stuff.

...yeah. That would be good. At least till I'm not hallucinating a time trip.

...that happens to me, sometimes. Feeling like I'm back in places or times, without actually doing the Time thing, I mean.

[He inches a little bit closer, coming to stand by the foot of her bed.]

Can I sit here?

It sucked just then. I - this is going to sound incredibubbly stupid, but I'm sorry that it happens. Because if it sucks doing it for five minutes when I've got whatever the shell this flu is, then it must suck even more having it happen more often.

[She scoots over, nodding.]

Yeah.

It's okay.

[He sits at the foot of the bed, folding one leg and sort of resting his hands on his lap.]

It's a bit scary, but then you get used to it, I mean, enough to sort of know what's happening?

[Except that when he has flashbacks he tries to murder people, but details.]

So I guess the only thing I can tell you is not to let it make you doubt yourself.