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Miles suppresses a groan, rolling over in bed. His sore head throbs in protest and he has to screw his eyes up. Once turned over, he pulls the blankets right up to his chin, trying to fall back asleep. But it is no use; his head, stuffed with mucus and throbbing from a lack of sleep, hurts far too much to let him sleep. Ugh, he feels dreadful.
He hasn’t had the flu since he was a teenager, when his adoptive family were less than sympathetic. In fact, it was so long ago he had almost forgotten how ill it makes him feel. Unfortunately, he remembers now.
Being ill is utterly infuriating, because it impairs his ability to work. Miles loves working as a prosecutor, standing in court and prosecuting criminals with all of his skill. However he struggled in court yesterday, having to lean against the bench and getting concerned looks from Raymond, the defence attorney on the case. And when Raymond won, it confirmed Raymond’s concerns, visiting Miles in the prosecutors’ lobby and saying, “That was far too easy, Miles. You’re really sick, aren’t you?”
All in all, yesterday was a disaster. But even with Raymond’s insistence that he stay home and rest, Miles had no choice when he awoke this morning to extremely aching muscles and a headache. So even if Raymond hadn’t said, “You’re so staying home today,” Miles wouldn’t have gone to work.
He has been in bed for hours, home alone whilst Raymond works at his law office. And he is so painfully bored…
“Hey, Miles!” Raymond calls, their front door slamming. “It’s lunchtime!”
Thank goodness. Raymond is home for his lunch break.
“How’re you doing?” Raymond says, getting into bed beside Miles.
“I have been better,” Miles says, coughing slightly, and Raymond chuckles.