24th Slay [Video] But I'm a Supergirl and Supergirls don't cry

[whattingawhat]

[The video clicks on to Buffy lying on the couch with a blanket pulled up to her chin. She's got her arms wrapped a stuffed pig that's not Mr. Gordo but a close enough replica. Her eyes and nose are red. She looks absolutely miserable. On the coffee table in front of her, there is an assortment of kleenex, cough drops, cough medicine, aspirin, teapot and cup.]

Not funny, City. Slayers. Don't. Get. Sick.

P.S I hate you.

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[advancetheplot.livejournal.com]

Do you want some soup?

[Voice]

[the-dawnster.livejournal.com]

You're sick too? Everyone seems to be getting sick today. Not me though -- yet. Ohmigod I totally just jinxed myself.

Need something?

[Action]

[a-bad-guy.livejournal.com]

[A few hours later, toward nightfall, Eliot comes into her room. Her roommates let him into the warehouse. And he's come to check on her. He sits down on the side of the bed.]

Hey... feelin' any better?