Room 507, Sunday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

After one of the shortest work days ever (though not the absolute shortest, that title still belonged to the weekend when she was nine), Nadia wanted to do nothing more than just crash out.

So she did.

Being sick sucked.

[ooc: yep, still have to go sell flowers. Just a little bit later than I thought.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[ooc: And yet once again Nadia forgets to ask Lucas for more hours. What's that about? ]

[nadiathesaint]

[ooc: it's a very careful, deliberate set up for a plot. Or, you know, me entirely forgetting to have her do it. :P]

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

After finding out at Empire that Nadia had been sent home sick, he stopped by her room. With no answer at the door, he slipped a note under the door and went to watch movies.

The note read: N, Chicken soup and coffee are waiting outside your door. Get some rest and feel better soon. -W The thermoses where sitting in the door frame, right against the door.

[nadiathesaint]

When Nadia woke up later in the evening, she spotted the note, and looking outside the door, spotted the thermoses.

Best boyfriend ever.

She picked up the thermoses and decided she didn't much feel like lying around being sick in her room, so she grabbed one of the books she'd gotten at the book fair (one that didn't have the flowery title and beefed up guy on the cover) and headed for the common room.