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Breanna sneezed yet again. She hated the flu. It was terrible and all it did was make her feel like a useless pile of goo. Because this time she couldn't even drag herself out of her bed to get to her computer, let alone actually do anything to help with their current job. Alec had even stopped by to help while she was out of commission. Which didn't really help much.
There was a knock at her door and Alec came in, tray with soup and tea in hand.
"Hey there. How're you holding up?" he asked.
She sat up and took the tray. Well she tried to but he set it up on the bed before she could.
"I feel terrible," she said. "And useless."
"Terrible I'll allow," Hardison said. "You are sick, but useless? Nu-uh girl. You are in no way useless."
She pouted.
"I haven't been able to do anything for a week," she complained. "You had to come do all my parts."
"Because you are sick," he said, emphasizing the last word. "No one is expected to be at their best when they are feeling so bad. Especially not on this team."
"That doesn't really help how I am feeling," Breanna said. "I just want to get better so I can get back to work."
"I know," Hardison said with a small, almost sad smile. "All of us have been there at some point or another. But the important part to remember is that if you are trying when you aren't at your best, you are more likely to mess up."
"Thanks for the reminder," Breanna said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like I forgot getting benched for messing up."
"This isn't about you. It is about making sure we don't accidentally make things exponentially worse."