[Sam's been trading goodies during Memoria, handing out baked goods, accepting them from total strangers, so he's not totally surprised when he starts coming down with something around of the end of the first week of the month. He quite sensibly calls in sick to work, texting to reschedule his clients, and bundles up on the couch with blankets and Netflix and mice bringing him fresh mugs of tea regularly. He's not totally ignoring the rest of the world; he knows he's missing plans with other people, and so he at least has the courtesy to text them and tell them he's sick.
Because that won't make anyone worry at all.]
stage ii;
[After a good four days of running a fever, Sam makes his shaky way to the hospital. The mice keep telling him that it's not like any illness they've smelled before, but Sam's pretty sure it's just the flu, and since when can mice smell sickness? The pair he's pretty sure are the head of his personal cult ride along with him in the bag with a change of clothes. They're also the ones who sit on his bedside table and eat grapes while Sam dozes fretfully. Depending on when you drop by, there may or may not be a stubborn sorcerer who won't eat or sleep, a Lillipup, and/or a black lab puppy in the room and/or bed, too.]
sam wilson | mcu | ota
[Sam's been trading goodies during Memoria, handing out baked goods, accepting them from total strangers, so he's not totally surprised when he starts coming down with something around of the end of the first week of the month. He quite sensibly calls in sick to work, texting to reschedule his clients, and bundles up on the couch with blankets and Netflix and mice bringing him fresh mugs of tea regularly. He's not totally ignoring the rest of the world; he knows he's missing plans with other people, and so he at least has the courtesy to text them and tell them he's sick.
Because that won't make anyone worry at all.]
stage ii;
[After a good four days of running a fever, Sam makes his shaky way to the hospital. The mice keep telling him that it's not like any illness they've smelled before, but Sam's pretty sure it's just the flu, and since when can mice smell sickness? The pair he's pretty sure are the head of his personal cult ride along with him in the bag with a change of clothes. They're also the ones who sit on his bedside table and eat grapes while Sam dozes fretfully. Depending on when you drop by, there may or may not be a stubborn sorcerer who won't eat or sleep, a Lillipup, and/or a black lab puppy in the room and/or bed, too.]