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Post by catherine rosa macarthur on Aug 6, 2012 0:09:49 GMT -5
Catherine Rosa MacArthur woke up with a stomach virus, she felt like she was going to die and then some. Her birthday was two days ago and she was already getting sick. Well it was either a stomach virus or food poisoning. She got up from her bed to go to the bathroom to puke her guts out. She dragged her feet to her bed and crashed onto it. She didn't feel like moving, she picked up her phone and had already noticed that her throat was sore. So she was starting today, it just wasn't her day. She decided to text felix, i'm sick. Dx
Eventually she found herself, attempting to stand and make herself some soup, laying her head against the wall. She had to call in from doing any form of photoshoots today and told them, that they would regroup when she gets well. she didn't think they wanted her to vomit all over the equipment or model.
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Post by felix daniel deger on Aug 6, 2012 3:13:41 GMT -5
walking around the tour, felix didn't have much to do for the day. since there were no shows planned for that day, he didn't have to be anywhere at any specific time for that once. seeing his phone go off as he walked, he glanced down at it, looking at the text that catherine sent him. reading it, he quickly sent one back saying, i'm sorry. do you want me to come visit? without actually waiting for an answer though, felix started heading towards her tour bus, figuring that's where she'd be resting while she was sick. plus he guessed that if he just showed up, she wouldn't actually tell him to leave, so it seemed like a good enough idea to him. arriving at the bus a few minutes later, he knocked on the door a few times before entering, not wanting to scare her. seeing her, he smiled slightly, waving a bit.
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Post by catherine rosa macarthur on Aug 8, 2012 0:50:33 GMT -5
Usually, Catherine's immune system was pretty high, it was only lately that it started going down heel for whatever reason, that may be. She didn't really care, as long as she was capable of getting better. And she wasn't at the comfort of her own home where her mother could baby her, she was just so lonely. Hearing the phone rattle and vibrate against the counter of the small kitchen area. She ran a hand through her bangs to put them behind her ear, as she reached to pick it up to read the message, taking her eyes off of her soup. A smile stretched across her face, but she couldn't bring herself to send back a yes, for the simple fact that she didn't want him to get sick. When she heard a knock, she lifted an eyebrow, even though most of her fasical muscles was telling her that it was a very, very bad idea, indeed. She dragged her feet from her place to the door and opened it, her lips was already turning upwards into a smile as the face of Felix reached her eyes. "Hey, there." she said, with her voice hoarse and groggy. It scratched up against her throat. She stepped out of the way, "You can come in, if you like." she chocked out of her scratchy voice. Then she took a few steps towards the kitchen to watch the soup, but having to keep her hand on the counter for support.
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