#when she interacts with one (1) child at maren's school and picks up the flu fjksadghfsdhgf

[fiorserpen]

" i told you to stay in bed, dove. i can make you soup.

" i know what happens when you cook, my love. " she manages a raspy laugh, pulling her blanket tighter around herself as she stirs the pot of canned soup. agatha would've opted for homemade soup, but her energy has been almost totally sapped. " don't worry about me, okay? i'll— " a fit of coughs interrupt her and she braces herself against the counter, coughing into the crook of her elbow. she groans, bringing her hand up to her head. the pounding headache has returned, the kind that makes her brain feel twice as large and her skull twice as small. gods, and she thought her seasonal allergies were rough.

" i just... n-need to sit now. " she sighs, making her cough a bit more. whatever it is that she picked up when she brought maren's lunch to her a few days ago, it's awful. agatha moves into the dining room, lowering herself into a chair, holding her head in her hands. " the soup just needs a f-few more minutes and then i will get b-back into bed, i promise. "