WTFH

Kerrigan: Okay, you good?

Turtle: ....as good as someone who just hacked up a pile of phlegm the size of a half dollar can be.

Kerrigan: I mean to broadcast, for fu-- I said I'm not talking.

Turtle: *after a few coughs, then a sniffle* Yeah, I'b goob. *very loud blowing of nose* You sure you don't want to help, Miss Lieutenant Kerrigan? It goes faster with two people.

Kerrigan: It's just Lieutenant. Miss sounds like I'm up for a freaking modeling competition.

Turtle: Oh! Like ANTM!

Kerrigan: What--?! NO! NO MODELING!

Turtle: Mwa ha-- *cough cough cough* Uggggggh. Right. Here. You read these ones.

( EVERYONE IS SICK. THEY SHOULD BE SLEEPING, NOT DOING THINGS. THE END. )

Turtle: ....Miss Lieutenant Kerrigan, ma'am?

Kerrigan: What now?

Turtle: ....um, we...we're done. I really, really want to go back to the dor-- *coooooough* Ugh, actually. I know you were gonna take me back to the dorms, but can we pleasepleaseplease just go to the town hall-slash-clinic instead?

Kerrigan: Fine. Try not to pass out on me.

Turtle: I won't! If I do, I'll pay you an extra fifty bucks.

[[ yay and many thanks to on_her_korhal for filling in for...err...herself ]]