Month of 5 Day 4&5: Radio Abel & Illness
((I wanted to write more, but I had to work late these past couple of days. But, hey, I got to run *and* write on Runner 5 day! Happy Runner 5 Day!))
This is it. This is how you go. The chills. The aches. All that's left is a rattling cough, and you're done for.
"All this drama."
You curl in on yourself, further entangeling yourself in the too-thin sheet. The lights are so bright.
"Honestly 5, you've been spending too much time with Sam. The two of you," Maxine trails off and gives an amused shake of her head when your unfurl to frown at her. When she pours a shot off that god-aweful medine, you grimmace and she laughs.
"It's just a cold and, if it's really so bad, you should be happy to take this."
Reluctantly, you take the cup of dark, dubious liquid and give it a scowl for good measure. Then, under her scrutiny, you knock it back.
It's so bitter it sends a shiver down your spine and your lips instinctively pucker.
When you recover, you notice Maxine's pulled out a radio and has begun to crank it.
"As a runner, it feels like a miracle I've managed to keep you still for this long," the radio hisses to life as she begins to tune it, "when I was sick and restless I'd listen to podcasts."
"-dio Abel. If its happening, you'll hear it here," Eugene's voice finally crackeles through as Maxine gets things tuned.
"And this one, per the good doctor's request, is for a certain sick runner. Feel better soon 5."
Maxine fails to suppress a smirk as she turns out the light and a song you didn't know she knew you loved comes on the radio.
"Get some rest, 5," she says.
And she's gone. And maybe things aren't so bad. And maybe, just maybe, you'll get through this after all.
