Suite 138: Ed is sick!

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's curled up on the couch, wearing pyjama pants, socks and a t-shirt that definitely doesn't belong to her, and watching Star Wars again.

No, she's not missing Billy at all. It's just ...

She's just ...

It's boring without him here, okay!

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Ed wanders in.




"Hey, Steph," he says wearily, heading for his room.

[alwaysroomforhope]

... whut.

Steph sticks her head over the back of the couch. "Stop right there!" she orders.

[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

Ed stops in his steps.

"What?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at her.

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"'Hey, Steph?'" she repeats, incredulously. "Are you on drugs?"

Because clearly that's the only explanation for the lack of affectionate VIOLENCE.

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"Would you rather I hit you in the face?" Ed asks, brandishing a fist to accent this statement.

He doesn't, actually, go to hit her though.

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"Well, don't you usually?"

She hops over the couch to stand over him.

(That inch of height is important!)

"What's going on?"

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"Nothing's going on."

Ed makes a face at her.

"Does something have to be going on?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"When you're clearly acting abnormally, and haven't even got the energy to hit me?"

TRAINED BY THE WORLD'S GREATEST DETECTIVE.

"...you're sick!"

[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

.....you know the world's ending, when he actually admits that.

:O

[alwaysroomforhope]

"No, I mean really." She grabs him by the shoulders.

- but gently. Cos he's sick.

"Have you seen a doctor? If you haven't, I'm marching you RIGHT DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW."

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"Yes," Ed says, making a face at her again. "That's why I'm admitting it! They told me."

Yeah.

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"Good. Right." She stares at him, and then marches him into his room. "Lie down. And tell me what's wrong. RIGHT NOW."

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"I'm not lying down!" Ed says stubbornly, putting his hands on his hips. "I've done enough of that lately!"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Clearly not enough, and you're avoiding the question."

[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

"Mono-something. I don't remember all of it."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Mono?"

Eyeing.

Careful Not Laughing.

"You have mono?"

[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

"Yep."

Yeah, he has no idea.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Okay, now there's laughing.

"You know how you get that?"

[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

"No."

He eyes her warily.

"I probably don't want to know, either."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Let me just say one word, Ed."

Smirk, smirk, smirk.

"COOTIES."

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"They," Ed says, narrowing his eyes at her, "Don't Exist."

She can't pull that one on him again!

[alwaysroomforhope]

"They don't call mono the kissing disease for nothing, Hephzibah," Steph says gleefully.

She's sorry he's sick. She really is. But he'd be disappointed in her if she let that stand in the way of teasing the hell out of him!

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"I have no idea what you're talking about."

La la, he can't hear her!

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Oh, really? I'll have to get you some pamphlets." She's still grinning.

"In the meantime, you gotta REST."

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"I don't know if I want them!"

And he gives her an annoyed look.

"Screw rest."