#fever state

[While the girl had felt significantly better than she had the days before, being released from the infirmary meant she had to go back to her regular schedule. Which, conveniently for the uninfected, meant every well-enough infected citizen had to resume chores even if they no longer had their infection abilities.]

This is bullshit. [Isha began muttering to herself while she sanitized a table with special wipes that dried out her hands.] I’d like to see the chancellor get his fucking hands dirty for once. [Isha could feel her sour mood growing inside her with each lemon-scented wipe she pulled out of the container.]

[Suddenly she heard a noise behind her and realized that she wasn’t just talking to herself. She whipped her head around to see who the lurker was, growing slightly red in the cheeks. She really hoped it wasn’t the devil himself.] Oh, sorry I thought I was alone.

@who-is-jr

[JR and Isha. The girl glanced over at her opponent across the muddy training field and made eye contact for a brief moment before glancing away. Great, he’s going to kick my ass. She took a second to size the man up before glaring at the A.P. trainer. Why would they pair her with someone so clearly stronger than her? 

Whatever. At least it was going to be a challenge, maybe even make her a better fighter. Or maybe it was just going to end with her face in the mud. Either way, Isha didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, the trainer decided that the two would be a good match for each other and that was that. The girl was trying to get better at holding her tongue when it came to talking back to the trainers. She realized she overstepped her boundaries quite often and it wasn’t something she was necessarily fond of. Isha wanted her trainers to like her, and maybe they just knew something she didn’t. She was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt, at least for today.

Isha made her way over to a sparring mat where her opponent stood opposite. She kicked off her muddy shoes and stepped onto the firm surface. Isha looked up at him, somewhat teasingly.] So, have you ever hit a girl before?

Day 1 - Monday

Isha was on janitorial the morning of Monday, January 3rd. Around 10am she began emptying rubbish bins, as she was supposed to but started to notice some appeared to be missing and thought she was just going to have an easy day. After going to three different classrooms with no rubbish bins and the smell of vomit lingering in the air, Isha began to feel light-headed herself. The girl tried to continue on, spraying air freshener as she went but the smell became too much and she also fell ill. Following vomiting up her entire breakfast onto the classroom floor, Isha abandoned her chores and barely made it back to her dorm without fainting. The girl crawled into her bed but had a hard time sleeping for the first few hours with the vomiting and a fever that seemed to steadily rise. She was miserable but from what she could tell, was doing better than most. She was just glad she didn’t have to make an appearance at the infirmary. 

Day 2 - Tuesday