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rainbowfic2016-05-21 10:50 pm
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2016-05-21 10:50 pm
Entry tags:
Meme Party 42, Rain Cloud 6
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Characters: Milo
Colors: Meme party 42 (Keep Calm and Carry On), Rain Cloud 6 (I think I have a cold)
Word Count: 587
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Milo might be in denial.
Note: x-post to tumblr for the Dare to Write Challenge. (Might have to stop mentioning this soon, because it always is for now. :P) Also, this takes place before when I normally write about him, but not long enough that it counts as a Canvas to me.
Adventures in Optimism
“...You alright over there?”
I pushed the tissue back up my sleeve with the rest, stopping to check my watch on the way. Half the day gone. I have this.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just have that cold that was going around.”
That said, I got back to work. Tripped the switch, watched the machine shake out the dust. Wished Cody would leave me the fuck alone and man his own controls.
“That’s what you said last month. And you’re the only one sick right now.”
I knew that, but I didn’t have much to say for myself.
“It takes a while, I guess.”
By now, there was a grey haze in the air, and I could feel grit crunching between my teeth. Which could have just been the stuff I came in with.
“Whatever you say, Milo.”
Cody finally realized that he wasn’t being paid to pester me. I pulled out another tissue, coughed again, and, now that nobody was watching me, took a few seconds to examine it before crumpling it up again.
Shit.
On monday, I just assumed the rusty streaks were from all the dust I inhaled on the way to and from the shuttle. And granted, some of it probably was.
Last night, when it started coming up dark red-brown and almost stringy against the yellow-slime backdrop, I didn’t think much of it. I’d been coughing pretty hard lately, and probably busted a few capillaries.
I thought, okay, I’ll just get a good night’s sleep. It’ll be healed in the morning.
When it wasn’t, I thought, alright, I guess haven’t gotten all of it up. I’ll try to get it out of my system before work.
So I brought an extra pack of tissues, and spent the entire ride coughing like my life depended on it, because, for all I knew, it did. The upside to this was that nobody wanted to sit next to me, so I could put my legs up on the bench and crack my knees. The downside was that, by the time I finally got to work, my throat was scratchy, my ribs were sore, and I had a pounding headache.
And now, the blood is spread across the tissue like a pale red membrane, and I’m thinking, it’ll be okay. I just overdid it and hurt myself a little. Tomorrow I can try steaming up the bathroom or something.
I crammed the tissue up my sleeve, decided I wasn’t going to worry about it anymore, and, freed from that distraction, realized how shitty I felt otherwise. Shaky on my feet, and weirdly hot and damp. My head was heavy, and my eyes were burning, like I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. But, I knew that couldn’t be the case.
I’d made a point of going to bed early. I wanted so badly for this to sort itself out. I felt almost betrayed that it hadn’t.
I think, it’s going to be fine. I took a long time getting over being sick, and now I probably have bronchitis or something. It’ll run its course.
The buzzer sounds, and everyone but me files down to the cafeteria. Something about eating the same old garbage didn’t appeal to me. At least, not as much as sitting down on the dusty floor, pressing my warm face against the cold metal console, and letting my gritty eyes close for a few minutes.
I have this.
It’ll be alright.
Story: Universe B
Characters: Milo
Colors: Meme party 42 (Keep Calm and Carry On), Rain Cloud 6 (I think I have a cold)
Word Count: 587
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Milo might be in denial.
Note: x-post to tumblr for the Dare to Write Challenge. (Might have to stop mentioning this soon, because it always is for now. :P) Also, this takes place before when I normally write about him, but not long enough that it counts as a Canvas to me.
“...You alright over there?”
I pushed the tissue back up my sleeve with the rest, stopping to check my watch on the way. Half the day gone. I have this.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just have that cold that was going around.”
That said, I got back to work. Tripped the switch, watched the machine shake out the dust. Wished Cody would leave me the fuck alone and man his own controls.
“That’s what you said last month. And you’re the only one sick right now.”
I knew that, but I didn’t have much to say for myself.
“It takes a while, I guess.”
By now, there was a grey haze in the air, and I could feel grit crunching between my teeth. Which could have just been the stuff I came in with.
“Whatever you say, Milo.”
Cody finally realized that he wasn’t being paid to pester me. I pulled out another tissue, coughed again, and, now that nobody was watching me, took a few seconds to examine it before crumpling it up again.
Shit.
On monday, I just assumed the rusty streaks were from all the dust I inhaled on the way to and from the shuttle. And granted, some of it probably was.
Last night, when it started coming up dark red-brown and almost stringy against the yellow-slime backdrop, I didn’t think much of it. I’d been coughing pretty hard lately, and probably busted a few capillaries.
I thought, okay, I’ll just get a good night’s sleep. It’ll be healed in the morning.
When it wasn’t, I thought, alright, I guess haven’t gotten all of it up. I’ll try to get it out of my system before work.
So I brought an extra pack of tissues, and spent the entire ride coughing like my life depended on it, because, for all I knew, it did. The upside to this was that nobody wanted to sit next to me, so I could put my legs up on the bench and crack my knees. The downside was that, by the time I finally got to work, my throat was scratchy, my ribs were sore, and I had a pounding headache.
And now, the blood is spread across the tissue like a pale red membrane, and I’m thinking, it’ll be okay. I just overdid it and hurt myself a little. Tomorrow I can try steaming up the bathroom or something.
I crammed the tissue up my sleeve, decided I wasn’t going to worry about it anymore, and, freed from that distraction, realized how shitty I felt otherwise. Shaky on my feet, and weirdly hot and damp. My head was heavy, and my eyes were burning, like I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. But, I knew that couldn’t be the case.
I’d made a point of going to bed early. I wanted so badly for this to sort itself out. I felt almost betrayed that it hadn’t.
I think, it’s going to be fine. I took a long time getting over being sick, and now I probably have bronchitis or something. It’ll run its course.
The buzzer sounds, and everyone but me files down to the cafeteria. Something about eating the same old garbage didn’t appeal to me. At least, not as much as sitting down on the dusty floor, pressing my warm face against the cold metal console, and letting my gritty eyes close for a few minutes.
I have this.
It’ll be alright.
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