Cafe Luke's [Tuesday]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie was a little late to work today, mostly due to oversleeping. She hadn't been able to rest well at all -- what with the transition from the cabins to the dorms, she'd already been worried. Then the headache had started. It was like a ringing in her ears, constant, just out of reach, except it was in her mind.

Shades of Rapture all over again.

So today, for comfort, she was making pies. Because she could do it while texting Bobby and trying not to fall asleep. (The theme of her texts was, of course, 'DO NOT GO LOOK AT THE ROCK.' She'd met him.)

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[glacial_queen]

*Sookie.* Karla was doing her level best to keep most of her rising concern to a background hum. *Can I get you to deliver food to Warren's room? Chicken soup, or something hot and filling and packed with nutrients?*

If his metabolism worked anything like hers or Bobby's he'd need every bit he could get.

*A lot of it?*

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie's own worry prickled through the link immediately. << 'Course, sweetheart. Is he okay? >>

[glacial_queen]

A pause and then, *...No. He's not. I'm not even sure what's wrong.* Well, she was, she just wasn't sure what the underlying problem was. *He's being attacked by some kind of...virus or infection or something and his Healing factor's going crazy trying to fix it.*

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

<< ...shit. Yeah, I'll be right there, >> Sookie replied, already going to grab the biggest containers she could. She made a point to put together a sandwich for Karla, too, and to grab one of the apple pies she'd made.

She'd stare Karla down until she ate, too.

[glacial_queen]

*Thank you,* Karla sent in tones of the profoundest gratitude. *I don't want to be gone long enough to cook something for him.*

Which was only for the best for Warren, honestly.