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April Drabbles 2017

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Parker sick had been hell. Eliot Spencer sick had been torture. Sophie had been a pain in the rear.

Then Nate came down with it, and Alec wanted to pull out his hair, trying to keep the mastermind from being the stupidest idiot on the face of the planet.

"You have one of the worst variants of flu, and it's one that kills healthy people! You backed me up with all the others! Take your own damned advice and GO BACK TO BED!" Alec finally shouted.

Surprised by the actual force in Alec's voice, Nate obeyed.

Maybe he could lead.