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Rm 217, early Tuesday morning
Nov. 13th, 2007 07:54 amJohnny had come back from the clinic last night, after spending all day with Savannah, to try and get some rest. He thought it would be easy because he was exhausted. But sleeping proved futile. He started coughing around midnight, feeling achy and slightly nauseous, and his head was killing him. On top of it all he was cold. Very cold. And this was something that just didn't happen to Johnny. He never got cold. Never.
By morning his headache was nearly blinding and he stumbled out of bed to try and find clothes to throw on. He was sick; probably got it from Savannah or... there had been too many sick last night at the clinic... what the hell was going around?
He dropped to his knees as a coughing fit overtook him, making him throw up in the nearest trash can, making his head feel like it was going to split in half. He rolled over on the floor, mumbling, trying to get it together so he could go to the clinic... get some help.
[Establishy.]
By morning his headache was nearly blinding and he stumbled out of bed to try and find clothes to throw on. He was sick; probably got it from Savannah or... there had been too many sick last night at the clinic... what the hell was going around?
He dropped to his knees as a coughing fit overtook him, making him throw up in the nearest trash can, making his head feel like it was going to split in half. He rolled over on the floor, mumbling, trying to get it together so he could go to the clinic... get some help.
[Establishy.]
