Choice pushed herself off the bed and went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, then rinsed with mouthwash.
Although as usual, she tried to avoid looking into the mirror at her sick self, she found herself staring intently at her reflection. She did look pale, which exactly fit the way she felt. Ache began to stir behind her eyes, and she left the bathroom and headed downstairs.
She met Ray already dressed for work and having breakfast, Gerard was there as usual, head bent over his laptop. She slipped onto a chair at the other end of the dining table.
"Morning Gerard." She greeted.
His head left the laptop. "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there, morning Miss Amadi. Are you sick?"
"Yeah. A bit out of the weather," she said, calmly, "but I'll be fine."
"Get well soon," he wished and she s
