What'd I do Last Night...

[Anzeh]

Moss groaned gently, opening his eyes to the sound of his alarm clock. The young barguest yawned lightly and rolled out of bed. His body didn't feel normal--in fact, it felt quite odd--almost surreal and... wrong. There was no way in hell that there was something wrong with him like he thought. He couldn't have an STD or anything from what happened last night. A sudden and mind-splitting pang nearly split his head in two.

"Damn... What'd I do last night..." he muttered as he flopped back in bed. He was going to call out today. Sure his reasoning was messed up, but he couldn't be bothered to get out of bed and go through the day as bad as he felt. In the off chance he really did contract something from Coyle and it wasn't just his hangover effing him up, then the sooner he got this dealt with the sooner and more likely he could return to his ho lifestyle.

Reaching over to his desk, he called the main office.

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It was almost noon and Moss hadn't moved from the bed unless to find a cooler spot or to go to the bathroom--every half hour on the half hour to purge the food he hadn't eaten. He had cast the blankets over him and felt far too cold. But with them on he felt too cold. Moss was almost positive he was running a fever since he hadn't stopped sweating since after called the main office.

A hard scowl drew his face into unflattering twist. He couldn't think of was this was that he had. He'd heard that some STDs had flulike symptoms. Maybe he didn't have anything and was just in for his yearly sickness.

Finally, he tossed off the covers and went to take a lukewarm shower, examining himself to make sure nothing had changed. Nothing. He looked pretty much normal... felt a bit bloated, but nothing serious. After he was finished, he donned his favorite pajamas and collapsed on the bed. His energy reserves were gone.