(no subject)

Sick

By Katrina McDonnell

Disclaimer: Wish they were, but they aren't.
Author's Note: Eghads, another one. But I need to project
a little. Thanks to Rhonda.



"Don't come too close," he croaked.

She was caught between concern at his pale face and amusement
at the little oasis he'd set up.

He lay stretched out on the couch, swaddled in a blanket. A
box of tissues, remote controls, a cell and portable phone
were within easy reach on the foot stool. Various cough
medications, an aspirin bottle, box of crackers, juice bottle,
and a glass littered the coffee table.

She placed her hand on his forehead. "It's a little too late
to spare me from infection, Danny. You are hot." No usual
innuendo-filled reply. "And definitely sick."

(no subject)

Sick

By Katrina McDonnell

Disclaimer: Wish they were, but they aren't.
Author's Note: Eghads, another one. But I need to project
a little. Thanks to Rhonda.



"Don't come too close," he croaked.

She was caught between concern at his pale face and amusement
at the little oasis he'd set up.

He lay stretched out on the couch, swaddled in a blanket. A
box of tissues, remote controls, a cell and portable phone
were within easy reach on the foot stool. Various cough
medications, an aspirin bottle, box of crackers, juice bottle,
and a glass littered the coffee table.

She placed her hand on his forehead. "It's a little too late
to spare me from infection, Danny. You are hot." No usual
innuendo-filled reply. "And definitely sick."