Summer of 51's
Day Five: Infection, Raise Your Hand
Roy is feeling a little bit miserable.
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"Hey, you okay?" Chet slowed as he passed by the table in the day room, eyebrows climbing as Roy dragged his shoulder against the back of the chair like he was trying to sandpaper his own back.
Roy sighed and shifted, then hunched over his coffee with his jaw tight. That lasted all of two seconds before he reached back, fingers scrabbling between his shoulder blades, face twisting when he couldn't quite reach.
"Yeah," he grunted out. "I'm fine."
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