Raspberries: A Joick One-Shot By Chantel "I feel like death," Joe grumbled through his stuffed up nose, bunged words punctuated by muffled sniffing, "where's the cough syrup? I'm dying and everything hurts!" Nick sighed, searching through the wooden kitchen cabinet they kept especially for medicines and the like, pulling out the stacks of little white boxes and scattering the pill packets over the worktops in his bid to find the big brown bottle of medicine before Joe pretended to go delirious again. "Nicky!" came Joe's feeble call from the couch, followed by the sound of more husky coughing floating through the open kitchen door as Nicholas emptied the cabinet shelves. Where was that damn bottle? He'd had it not two hours ago! "Joe, is the Benylin on the coffee table?" he called towards the living room. There was a pause and Nick rolled his eyes, grabbing the glass of fresh ice-laden orange juice from by the kitchen sink and the clean medicine spoon that lay next to it. "Oh." Joseph mumbled, as Nick came back through the door to where Joe lay curled up on the couch, both pairs of eyes falling on the big, pretty unmissable, brown bottle balanced on the edge of a pile of magazines and surrounded by a carpet of strewn candy wrappers. Nick sighed and raised his eyebrow at Joe's guilty grin, placing the orange juice down on the table and brushing away some of the empty packets as he reached for the bottle. Joseph looked a right sorry state, buried in a thick cocoon of ...
Friday, August 17, 2012
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Raspberries: A Joick One-Shot By Chantel "I feel like death," Joe grumbled through his stuffed up nose, bunged words punctuated by muffled sniffing, "where's the cough syrup? I'm dying and everything hurts!" Nick sighed, searching through the wooden kitchen cabinet they kept especially for medicines and the like, pulling out the stacks of little white boxes and scattering the pill packets over the worktops in his bid to find the big brown bottle of medicine before Joe pretended to go delirious again. "Nicky!" came Joe's feeble call from the couch, followed by the sound of more husky coughing floating through the open kitchen door as Nicholas emptied the cabinet shelves. Where was that damn bottle? He'd had it not two hours ago! "Joe, is the Benylin on the coffee table?" he called towards the living room. There was a pause and Nick rolled his eyes, grabbing the glass of fresh ice-laden orange juice from by the kitchen sink and the clean medicine spoon that lay next to it. "Oh." Joseph mumbled, as Nick came back through the door to where Joe lay curled up on the couch, both pairs of eyes falling on the big, pretty unmissable, brown bottle balanced on the edge of a pile of magazines and surrounded by a carpet of strewn candy wrappers. Nick sighed and raised his eyebrow at Joe's guilty grin, placing the orange juice down on the table and brushing away some of the empty packets as he reached for the bottle. Joseph looked a right sorry state, buried in a thick cocoon of ...
Raspberries: A Joick One-Shot By Chantel "I feel like death," Joe grumbled through his stuffed up nose, bunged words punctuated by muffled sniffing, "where's the cough syrup? I'm dying and everything hurts!" Nick sighed, searching through the wooden kitchen cabinet they kept especially for medicines and the like, pulling out the stacks of little white boxes and scattering the pill packets over the worktops in his bid to find the big brown bottle of medicine before Joe pretended to go delirious again. "Nicky!" came Joe's feeble call from the couch, followed by the sound of more husky coughing floating through the open kitchen door as Nicholas emptied the cabinet shelves. Where was that damn bottle? He'd had it not two hours ago! "Joe, is the Benylin on the coffee table?" he called towards the living room. There was a pause and Nick rolled his eyes, grabbing the glass of fresh ice-laden orange juice from by the kitchen sink and the clean medicine spoon that lay next to it. "Oh." Joseph mumbled, as Nick came back through the door to where Joe lay curled up on the couch, both pairs of eyes falling on the big, pretty unmissable, brown bottle balanced on the edge of a pile of magazines and surrounded by a carpet of strewn candy wrappers. Nick sighed and raised his eyebrow at Joe's guilty grin, placing the orange juice down on the table and brushing away some of the empty packets as he reached for the bottle. Joseph looked a right sorry state, buried in a thick cocoon of ...
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