Hyperion, Saturday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel didn't get sick often, especially since he picked up the nifty insta-healing powers in the Wastelands. But there were a few things that could still knock him off his feet, such as, unfortunately, the common cold. And said cold turned Bel into a whiny, cranky, miserable patient indeed.

Phoebe had gone to the store to buy a bottle of medicine for him. It was the most vile thing he had ever tasted, and living in the Underworld, he had tasted a lot of vile things. But he began to feel a little better, so he figured that more of a good thing was a better thing and chugged the whole bottle.

This could prove to be a biiiiig mistake.

Especially because his cell phone was in easy reach.


[For returned phone calls (hee) and Hyperion inhabitants, and brought to you by the fact that I am sick as a dog and high on NyQuil. NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant frakking Q!]

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Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Bel said. "Flying a plane is no different than riding a bicycle, just a lot harder to put baseball cards in the spokes."

Re: Visitors

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe just stared at him.

"Okay, love, you lay down and I'm going to..."

Going to make sure he couldn't get his hands on anything that would hurt him in his condition.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

Bel curled into a ball on the bed. "Can I have a churro?" he said plaintively.

Re: Visitors

[sensethevisions]

"Maybe when you're not sick any longer," she said.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"I want a churrrrrrrrrrrro," Bel said, his voice becoming more and more slurred as the drugs strengthened their hold on him.

Re: Visitors

[sensethevisions]

"You need sleep, Cole."

They needed Cole to sleep.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"Need Phoebesnuggles to sleep," Bel said, reaching out one arm towards her. She could likely feel his TK tugging at her, but it wasn't working as well as it should due to the NyQuil.

Re: Visitors

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe couldn't believe they were having this conversation, whatever it had been, but when he said that and he tried to use his TK on her, she shook her head. Moving up on the bed, she laid down next to him.

"This better?"

If he got her sick he was so going to pay for it -- even more so than he might already.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"Mmmmmmmm, you are the lime in my coconut and I wanna drink you all up," Bel mumbled, wrapping his arms around Phoebe. In about five seconds he was asleep.

Re: Visitors

[sensethevisions]

"Oh thank god," she murmured quietly.

Note to self, do not let the demon dose himself with the NyQuil next time.

When she was sure he was a sleep, she decided to slip away from the bed and go downstairs.

A drink was probably well deserved after this.