by Trev Anderson » Mon Mar 12, 2012 11:34 pm
Trev shuffled into the infirmary looking like hell. He'd made out with a complete stranger when he went out drinking alone a few nights ago, and that nameless girl--since she gave him a fake number--was going to be his convenient scapegoat for making him sicker than a dog right now. His eyes were watery, his nose stuffed totally but still running, and his voice sounded like painful whisper. He signed in and collapsed into a chair in the waiting room with a groan.