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Chris kicks her socks off. Both windows are open and she wore a t-shirt and shorts to bed last night but she still feels too warm. Even though she's half-asleep she realizes that's she running a fever and should still try to stay warm so she keeps the covers over her.

She sighs.

She feels miserable. She's horribly congested in both her chest and head making breathing a little difficult. The rash on her hand hasn't gotten any better, either. She's had to cut her nails down to nubs to keep her from scratching the skin raw.

She doesn't know why she's been sick this long or, more precisely, why it seems to be getting worse.

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"I know," she coughs.

Then in a hoarse voice adds, "Thank you, Kim."

She gives her a small smile. "It's the least I could do, Chris. You know, if you wanted, I could read something to you."

"That's all right. Most of the books I have are pretty dry." She smiles back.

"Besides, I should probably rest."

"Do you want me to tell your dad that you're...pink if I see him?"

Chris laughs and then coughs.

"Yeah...except... um...did you hear about what happened to Tony?"

"Yeah, I saw it," Kim gives her a curious look. "Your dad wasn't..."

"He was. He looks kind of like Audrey Raines now but with short hair. And probably smoking."

"Audrey? As in my dad's old girlfriend, Audrey? Um, that could be awkward..."

This is news.

"Your dad dated Audrey? I didn't know that," she mumbles.

"That is awkward." More than you realize.

She gives her an odd look. "Yeah. They worked together in DC and dated a few months. I think they were together until April 25, actually, from some things Audrey said," she shrugs. "I know my dad really cared about her."

She gives her a slight grin, "Well it's a good thing they're not dating *now*."

So he was with her when he went back. Chris is too tired to really process this.

She notices the grin. "Why's that?"

"Because that would have been *really* awkward."

She smiles weakly. "Right."

"Anyway, I should let you rest...are you sure you're going to be okay alone?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks, Kim."

"Anytime," she smiles a little. "I hope you feel better, Chris. Have a good nap." And she leaves the room.

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