Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 21:27:08 GMT -5
Perhaps it was from his lack of sleep, or perhaps it was from all the new found stress that came with his position. Or it could even be from the old dusty air in the principia thanks to all the files. Either way Jason had somehow fallen ill. His voice sounded like a dying frog, he had a horrible cough and a migraine that would not leave him alone. He groaned slightly as he shifted his weight in the chair of the waiting room of the infirmary. Honestly all Jason probably needed was some NyQuil and a nice soft bed. Unfortunately in order to get any type of medicine one must go through the infirmary.
He glanced around the waiting room. Some of the first year campers were gawking at him. What? Was it really that exciting to see a Praetor? Or were they more shocked that one was admitting he was sick. It was probably the later, after all, everyone was use to Remus who would claim he was never sick, which Jason knew first hand was a lie. Everyone got sick. It use to be Jasons job to treat them and make sure they got the most rapid recovery possible. He glanced the room which use to be his office, so many times of doing work and doing nothing in there. A smile curved on his face from when he first got the position of head of the infirmary. It was the happiest day of his life. He had actually worked hard for that position and earned it, and it wasn't because he was a famous face. Then for him to be named a praetor just years after. Honestly, Jason was far from the hollywood child star he use to be.
Still, he wouldn't ask for a different life. The legion was his home, he loved it here, and he cared for its occupants. All of them, well except for the people who would wish harm upon the legion. Those people he could do without. Want to know what else Jason could do without? This ailment. He hunched over as another set of coughs made its way out of his system. Once the fit was over he took a breath and leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes because his migraine was always worst after coughing. This was a pretty dim day for the son of the bright Apollo.
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notes: Sorry, only thing I could think of >.<