[colour=LightCoral][h1][center]Krystal Fox[/center][/h1][/colour]

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[center][b][u]Location[/u][/b] - Room 504
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b] - [@KahleenCuthald]
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[i]sigh...[/i] She was supposed to be working today. By this time on a regular day Krystal would already be in the store. Out of bed, washed, having eaten breakfast, gone for a walk. Any normal day would have been simple, easy, repetitive and fun. In work at 10am, home at 3pm. Then the rest of the day would be spent doing whatever - writing, playing games, talking with people online.

But, this wasn't a normal day. It was a horrible, painful day of sleepiness and nausea. How long had she actually slept for? It couldn't have been long. But, maybe it was ages. This bed and onesie were so warm... Her head lay buried under the covers, her body curled into itself almost like a cat, clutching a plushie to her chest. It was based off an old game by nintendo, that lasted 30 years and there were still new games for it. Or at least newer games. The [url=http://orig08.deviantart.net/647c/f/2015/028/3/0/metroid_plush_by_plushmayhem-d8fpqxl.jpg]Metroid[/url] series. And this toy too was warm...

Myriam was probably out there. She had a tendency to bunk off work to do whatever she wanted, and today was no exception. But then again today was quite the special case. Krystal had always prided herself with a strong immune system... But when she was ill, she was usually very ill - and for quite a while. So there she lay, curled up in her bed, feeling slightly sick and with a large headache... 

Boy how she would love some painkillers. 

But there was no way she was getting up. Last time Krystal tried to stand the world looked like she had just done two lengths of corkscrew in a 50m pool and she fell face first onto the floor. By hell was she trying that again. Maybe... No, that was selfish. Myriam had other things to do. It wasn't fair to pull her roomate away from whatever she was doing just to help a sick girl. Myri was probably asleep anyway.

The covers gently shifted as Krystal's head poked out a bit. Why was everything spinning so much? She must have had a flu... One of her hands reached out from under the sheets, reaching for a glass of juice that sat on her bedside table. Come on... Just a bit more... Her glasses weren't on, and for some reason it looked a lot closer than it really was. Her hand kept going until...

Damnit! Too quick... The glass rolled across the floor, the liquid dripping off the cabinet and wetting the carpet. Maybe it was best to get her...
[colour=LightCoral]"Myriam..,"[/colour] her voice was a quiet call for help, slightly unsteady and with hardly any volume. Any loud noise hurt her head, [colour=LightCoral]"Myri..."[/colour] she sounded so weak... Unlike that usual shy demeanour  in front of anyone by Myriam, which was still lively if quiet, this voice was quiet and helpless. Why did she have to get ill now? 

This was such a pain...