[His head is pounding and his throat feels raw and sore and everything is awful dear god why.
He knows the symptoms well enough by now and it's a frick fracking cold.
Jean stumbles into the barracks, already on his way to ridding himself of his stuffy jacket and moving toward his bed. He doesn't even bother kicking off his mud-stained boots, just flops face down into his sheets and doesn't bother budging after that.
9!!
He knows the symptoms well enough by now and it's a frick fracking cold.
Jean stumbles into the barracks, already on his way to ridding himself of his stuffy jacket and moving toward his bed. He doesn't even bother kicking off his mud-stained boots, just flops face down into his sheets and doesn't bother budging after that.
Leave him here to die.]