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[postscriptum]

[ it's just a voice post, because amy pond is just vain enough not to want to spread her puffy face over the network when she's ill, and she's feeling too awful to put any effort into her appearance, either.

her voice, too, sounds wrong- hoarse, interrupted by coughing. ]

Well, this is bloody miserable.

[ attached to the voice message is the fragment of a text message that, instead of finding its intended recipient, is now all over the network: ]

--- want pretzels. and ice.

Comments

text;

[postscriptum]

you also sick?

text;

[timeisluck]

yeah, unfortunately.

i was going to go to the labs in like 1 hr but i can barely leave my bed.

text;

[postscriptum]

bloody space flu

text;

[timeisluck]

seriously it's the worst!

but guess it was bound to happen. the pods and the medbay checks can't catch -everything- right?

text;

[postscriptum]

sure wish they could, though, yeah?

text;

[timeisluck]

if it means not feeling like a gross bag of germs anymore, then definitely.

text;

[postscriptum]

pretty sure it'd mean that

text;

[timeisluck]

oh - another thing i wish i had: ibuprofen.

idk if you've been getting these killer headaches but i had one just this morning. i might just drag myself to the medbay later to see if they've got any on this ship.

text;

[postscriptum]

its not ibuprofen but they've got stuff

text;

[timeisluck]

really?

oh, thank god.

text;

[postscriptum]

yeah. so it's worth the trip

text;

[timeisluck]

great! i might do just that ... at some point.

thanks.

text;

[postscriptum]

if you ask really nicely they might make a trip to bring you stuff
but i think theyre really busy
so maybe not

text;

[timeisluck]

haha it's okay

i figured they'd be busy

and i'd rather see what they've got for myself anyway.

text;

[postscriptum]

fair enough