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    A Serious Case of a Minor Flu

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    Chell
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    Re: A Serious Case of a Minor Flu

    Post by Chell on Wed May 31, 2017 6:57 pm

    Giving Barney a little wave as he went off to do what... presumably he was going to do before he was dragged into her apartment, Chell immediately turned her attention to her meal. Despite her sick stomach, everything still smelled really good, probably on account of her not having eaten much that morning. Or maybe it was the generosity it had been made with. Whatever the case may be, she allowed herself to start sipping on her soup. It was still warm and steamy from the stove, which meant it burned a little as it went down her sensitive throat, but eventually the warmth spread throughout her entire body. It was pleasant, she decided, much better than the heat of her fever, and it tasted divine.

    Really, Barney could have a new talent on his hands there. She'd have to do something for him, maybe, when she wasn't sick as a dog, to show her appreciation.

    Lost as she was in her food, Chell almost didn't hear Wheatley when he spoke up. The warmth and comfort of her meal had quickly rendered her slow and sleepy, and she stared at her friend a bit dumbly. They had gotten everything, right? Checked off the metaphorical list for things to do when you were sick, as far as she knew anyway. She had her soup and tea, that was everything she'd ever need out of life, wasn't it?

    Except...

    Chell could have smacked herself. She did, actually, by way of sort of clumsily patting her forehead. The medicine. The medicine was still on the counter. How on earth did she forget that? There was no way she'd ever get better without medicine. Grimacing a little, she pointed at the abandoned medicine bottle in the kitchen, feeling nostalgia for the days when she could retrieve a simple bottle without help.

    Luckily, the medicine was still partially in it's bag, which meant Wheatley probably wouldn't have too much trouble looping the handles through his own. She really didn't want anymore strangers being coerced in.
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    Re: A Serious Case of a Minor Flu

    Post by Wheatley on Fri Jun 30, 2017 1:12 am

    Oh, X, she was pointing at the kitchen again. Bloody hell, they'd just got rid of the big mook- err, that is, the helpful fellow at the end of the hands and arms that Wheatley had enlisted the aid of. She couldn't need anything else heated up, could sh-

    Oh! Oh, oh, right. False alarm. Just the bag. She was just pointing at the bag on counter.

    If the Sphere could have sketched a snappy salute, he would have. Instead, his upper handle raised, reminiscent of eyebrows raised in sudden enlightenment, and the little AI core sped off to retrieve the requested item. A spherical puppy dog, intent with the task he'd been granted, namely: Fetch.

    The task gave him about a minute of trouble. In theory, he shouldn't have had any trouble hooking the corner of one handle through the loops of the bag... and, when he finally realized that's what he needed to try, it worked beautifully.

    But first. The bag was nudged experimentally across the counter. His "face" was nosed into the opening and several seconds were lost as he tried to extract himself again. A further few seconds were wasted trying to pinch the bag between his handles - which didn't actually touch each other to begin with.

    It was almost accidental, getting the corner of one loop stuck over the corner of one handle. You could practically see the moment when the light bulb turned on, cartoon-style, over his shiny spherical little brain pan. "Ah!"

    Carefully, he lifted the bag off of the counter and glided it smoothly over to Chell. "Done, and done. Perfectly simple. Could've done it with my eye closed. Never a moment of doubt.

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