Room 504, Tuesday Morning

[intraspective]

Ino wasn’t feeling that great today, mostly a low-level blahness that was a precursor to an all-out cold or flu. She was lying flat on her stomach, sprawled out on her bed with a blanket draped over her, reading through her medical notes and wondering why on earth curing basic colds wasn’t one of the first things that was covered.

Seriously, people. She didn’t want to get or be sick. Why wasn’t there any information about it? Geez.

Ino huffed, and reached for her tea. Which had grown cold. Wonderful.

[Door is open a crack, post is totally open!]