The Fourth Sin, Tuesday--OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod sat behind the desk, box of tissues at his elbow and trash can at his feet. He was on the internet again, researching herbal cures for the death plague the common cold.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker knocked on the door, then did her usual stalk-right-in, a paper grocery bag in her arms. "Here. You need all this, I think."

Inside the bag was a box of Kleenex, a bag of lemon-honey cough drops, throat spray, lysine, nasal spray, Sudafed, Night Time Nyquil, Vitam C tablets, a carton of orange juice, chicken soup mix, Aquafina, and a small carton or raspberry sherbet. And a spoon.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod dug through the bag, put each of the items out on the counter, and smirked at Parker once he was finished. "I didn't think I was dying, Parker."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker folded her arms and made a face. "No, this is so you get over this fast, so you have no chance of infecting me on the way to New York. I'm standing three feet away from you so the germs can't reach me. How do you feel?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"A bit better," he coughed, and opened the bag of cough drops, putting one in his mouth. "Miho made some soup, and it helped a lot."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Miho made soup?" Parker blinked. "Well, why not, she's obsessed with pie. She can make soup if she wants to." She pushed the bag toward Jarod with one finger. "So, are we leaving for New York on Friday, or Saturday? And where are we going to stay?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Miso," he said, as if that made a difference. He took the bag and moved it away from Parker. "I don't know. Lorne didn't tell me that part." He shrugged.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Have the chicken. Make her kill one for you, if it comes down to it." Parker straightened her gloves again. "I'm leaving the plague site. Call me if you get a second date, get worse, or get details on New York?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"I'm not gonna ask Miho to kill a chicken for me, Parker," he chuckled, which set of a round of coughing. "I'll call you if I get worse or find out about New York. Go disinfect."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I will if you *go sleep* right after your shift," Parker said, backing away. "And I'll call here to make sure Becky checks on you!" she called over her shoulder.

Then she fled. Germs, ick.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod chuckled, then pulled a tissue out of the box and blew his nose. Being sick was for the birds. He'd have to tell Angelo.