ojandtostitos:

Characters: Tatum & Sam.
Setting: Sam's Room [102], Monday evening.
Content: SFW.
Summary: Since she was the one who made him sick, it's only fair that she goes to take care of him.


On the Monday of her long weekend, Tatum had surprised herself immensely by spending the majority of her day actually studying and not smoking. There were a couple of tests coming up in the next week or so, and after the particularly nasty wake-up call that had been parents weekend, there was no denying that her father and step-mother were both keeping a careful eye on her. She lasted until almost two in the afternoon before caving in and rolling up a joint, leaned back in chair and puffing thoughtfully.

She wasn't sure how much more she could read about comon dittany versus white dittany, and she hadn't even started the section of the dittany of the isle of Crete, which was just a whole other can of worms. Words on the pages had been beginning to blur together, and that was sign enough for her that she could use a little break. She supposed she could have played some video games, there were a few on her shelf that she still hadn't even tried yet, but her thoughts were disrupted by the sound of her phone vibrating across the top of her desk.

Leaning forward to grab it, she looked at the message on the screen and had her answer for what she would do to relax for a while. She had made him sick, since he had come to visit her despite her illness, and the cold was still fresh enough in her mind that she felt more than a bit of sympathy. It had been a killer one, and even though she was over it, her throat was still even a bit scratchy. Jumping out of her chair, she grabbed her sweater up from the edge of her bed and squirmed into it before heading out the door.

Though she had every intention to be quick, it was after dinner before the red haired girl actually returned to campus, practically dragging herself up the steps of University house, a plastic shopping bag hung from her arm. It had taken her almost two hours, standing in the aisle of the pharmacy and practically shaking with anxiety, to debate on whether Sam would want cough syrup or tablets. In the end, she had decided to buy both just so the cashier would stop staring at her as she stood in the aisle and fussed. She returned to her own room for just a second, before heading out into corridor once more with her favorite blanket from the end of her bed slung over her shoulders and the plastic bag still in her hand.

Knocking gently on Sam's door, she fidgeted slightly where she stood, looking around and over her shoulder as if she expected Mack or someone to sneak up and demand to know what she was doing.