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    Exactly Not A Fairytale

    Gail was dying. She couldn’t breathe, or open her eyes, and there was a pounding heaviness in her chest. Cold metal bit into the heat of her cheek. It was dreadfully uncomfortable, but she welcomed it. She could hear footsteps approaching her again, marching toward her at a rapid pace even though she knew they were too late. There were two of them this time.

    ”Thanks for coming Darlin’!” Oliver’s voice floated above her somewhere.

    ”It’s ok. But you know we’re not…” Holly’s soft voice answered

    ”I know. And I’m sorry. But with everything else going on I just didn’t know who else to call.” He continued, ” She’s not the easiest person to handle you know…”

    Holly snorted.

    ”You cambe! I wundded to tell you…” Gail moaned into her desk without opening her eyes, ”Bud you cambe to say goodbye…”

    Holly sighed, ”No Gail, I came to take you home and put you to bed.”

    Gail moaned, and tried to speak, but ended up coughing thickly into the sleeve of her uniform. She hacked up another disgusting yellow piece of her lung and spit it into the tissue Oliver handed to her.

    ”Gail.” Holly sighed, tugging gently at Gail’s shoulder, ”Come on, let’s get you out of here…”

    ”I’mb dying Holly!”Gail whined dramatically, rolling over slightly to look at Holly through the slits of her eyes.

    ”You are not dying, Gail.” She was trying to sound patient, and knew she was failing.

    ”Don’dt letd me gib you duh Blag Deat! Run! Sabe yourself!” Gail moaned.

    ”You do not have the Plague, Gail! But you have a bad cold, and you need to go home.” Holly started to laugh softly. She knew she shouldn’t, but Gail was so adorable she couldn’t help herself.

    ”You don’dt know dat! It all starts wid flu-like simdoms Holly!” She tried to glare, but it didn’t quite have the effect she was looking for, and pointed to her computer screen where pages from the CDC and Web-MD were prominently displayed.

    ”I’ll take my chances.” Holly chuckled, ”Let’s go before you infect the rest of the precinct with whatever it is.” Holly managed to get her to her feet.

    ”Thanks Darlin’!” Oliver said, ”Will you be at her place or yours? Celery said she would be happy to pick up Gail’s stuff and bring it to her with some kind of healing tea.”

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