@gcdhole liked this for a random starter !
the moment she wakes up , she feels as if death is upon her . there’s a spark of brief smugness ( she knew she had caught something ! ) but it flickers out just as fast as it flared up . nose running , eyes bleary and unfocused , she drags her hand over the nightstand until it touches the smooth surface of her phone , the only salvation in reach .
thumbing through her embarrassingly short list of contacts , juju presses on randomly and pokes at the screen until the saving grace of the calling . . . screen pops up . the slow drag of the beep almost lulls her back into restless sleep and so she doesn’t even wait for the person on the other side of the line to say anything .
“ i’m dying , ” she complains . “ i’m literally fucking dying and i told you idiots and you wouldn’t believe me . ” a quick glance at the caller id reveals something that could be a ‘ b ’ or a ‘ d ’ at the beginning but she doesn’t have any friends with a name starting with ‘ b ’ and the smudge of white seems too long to be ‘ dee ’ so juju punctuates her weak rant with a “ dennis , you asshole . i’m on the verge of death , help is very much appreciated . ”
death , as it turns out , is a miserable affair , especially if it probably only is the common cold . she’s been telling the gang for days about that scratchy feeling in the back of her throat and the occasional sneezing should’ve given it away , too . and now , with no strenght left , she doesn’t have any other options than to stay right where she is , await the help that might come if she’s real lucky , and accept her impending demise .
