#xniles

A couple days after Christmas, Gilana started feeling a little lightheaded. Her throat hurt and her nose was a little stuffed. She would like to say that when she started feeling sick she could pull herself together, take some flu medicine and a cat nap and feel well enough to go about her day without being a complete baby but that would be a complete lie. After only a couple hours of fighting through a throbbing headache with absolutely no ability to breath through her nose, she slumped on the couch, curled among all the blankets she could find in the flat and surrounded by a sea of used tissues. When Niles finally walked through the door, Gilana whined and pointed uselessly at her bottle of water across the room on the coffee table. “Niles, please.” 

“Alright, I can’t sit around here all day.” Gil mumbled quietly into Niles’ pillow. “I still have to finish packing and Reyna and Harriet will come looking for me if you keep me hostage for much longer.” If her roommates bothered to come looking for her, she doubted they’d believe the hostage excuse since the scene was the very opposite of a hostage situation with Gilana laid carelessly across Niles’ bed, the only thing preventing her from getting out of bed was her own laziness. “Have you seen my bra?”