Stephanie Brown

Steph. In bed, not asleep, but incapable of doing anything else really either.

The window's closed, and the room's stuffy and hot. Steph stares at the door and ... yeah, maybe she's a bit sulky, but wouldn't you be?

The door's not locked. Steph's hoping for visitors. Being sick and alone sucks.

[Okay, so, Steph is now in a state of suspended animation, and will remain so until someone comes with a sick plot cure thingamajiggy. Mun is going to be offline for a week, so whoever comes around has godding rights. ♥]

Steph's lying in bed, tossing and turning, and generally being blue. Literally.

Her door is open - she hasn't got the energy to get up and close it, and besides, at least she can see people passing in the corridor that way.

If she can't get up and move soon she thinks she might go mad.

Steph's sure she should be sleeping.

Her head aches. Everything's - fuzzy. Blurry. Only not in her sight, she can see things fine, it's just everything else that seems warped. Things are out of shape. Her body is changing. She can't rely on herself any more - not even in the usual way of being sick, where her reactions are slowed and her muscles tighter, but ... she isn't sure if she even has two arms any more.

Since she was very young, Steph's trained herself to rely completely on what she's physically capable of doing. She can deal with illness, sometimes. She can't deal with this.

The pillow's damp, but she doesn't think she's crying. She's so hot. She's sweating like she's just sprinted thirty blocks in heavy armour. So hot, but she's freezing, and she's run out of - she didn't ask the witch's name, why didn't she? - run out of that potion ...

...but bed's so warm, or so cool, and comfortable. Steph rolls over, moaning slightly at the fever, and tries to sleep.