Fall Fatigue (4): As the year winds down, a nasty ‘bug’ is being reported. In this new fall chill, people are reporting feeling particularly drained and fatigued. Scientists are puzzled because up to 25% of the city has reported experiencing this unnatural fatigue--and, more than that, the strange, foggy memory loss that accompanies it. It’s probably just a product of the season that people report seeing strange colored people and weird costumes before passing out. Most people make it back home and crash for twelve or more hours, so this isn’t a health crisis--just an inconvenience. Destiny City asks that you eat a balanced meal, get a lot of rest, and take care of yourself.
Harvey gave a loud sniff, followed by a groan, as he sat foggy-headed in front of his computer, obstinately trying to get some work done. Despite having to re-read each line at least three times each, mostly because his focus was interrupted by a sneeze or a cough or, to his everlasting misery, both in quick, alternating succession, the man insisted that he had to get past at least the first part of his latest project before going to get some proper rest. So there he sat, feeling horribly congested and just absolutely gross.
“I wish it was one of those memory loss ones,” he said in a voice that made it very obvious, if one were blind and hadn’t noticed his other symptoms, he was suffering from a serious cold. “At least I wouldn’t wind up dealing w.. wi... with--”
ACHOO.
This sneeze was the loudest, and messiest one, yet. With a grumble Harvey stood up, hiking the blanket he had on his shoulders a little bit higher, and trudged over to the bathroom. He had tried to save that with a single, flimsy little two-ply tissue.
The tissue lost. Badly.
At least it gave him an excuse to tear himself away from his computer, though, so once he had finished washing his hands he wrapped the blanket more snugly around himself and slowly made his way to the kitchen after grabbing a fresh box of Kleenex in the hall closet. It was as though someone had hit slow motion on him, though, as he was moving at sloth-like speeds. His shoulders were hunched and he was dragging his feet, the one hand holding the little box dangling down as though the Kleenex weighed closer to twenty-five pounds as opposed to its actual less-than one pound.
Harvey was moving though, so it was...something.
He set the box of tissues down and hugged the blanket to him again as he started brewing up a pot of coffee. Once that was done he went to the refrigerator, scanned its contents, then closed the door and promptly pulled his phone out and opened up a food delivery app. There was no way in hell he was going to try and piece a meal together for himself. Sniffling, he slowly made his way to the couch and quite literally tipped himself into it—he went over the arm because walking around was simply too much effort.
Even browsing the food delivery app was too much effort now that he was lying down. His eyes were starting to close and he could feel the exhaustion of his body fighting off a bacterial invader now pressing down upon him. It’d be a while before she got back from work so he wasn’t sure when he’d even be able to eat, but...well. He was too tired now anyway so that didn’t really matter.
He barely had his eyes open as he tried to type up a text for his roommate.
Porridge. You know the place. Thanks.
Too bad he didn’t manage to hit send before falling asleep.
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