call me morbid..call me pale

Gage couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something different about Macy.

"What's going on?" He saw her there in the school hall in the late afternoon. It was Eskimo weather as far as he was concerned. He never liked this sub zero weather, and he couldn't help to put his arm around Macy, but she did look a little frazzled.

"If you're coming down with Strep or something, you better tell me." He couldn't afford to be sick.

"I'm fine." She pouted.

"I dunno. You, might, should call in sick." Gage slightly shrugged as he went down the hall with her. Hopefully, Holden was warming up the car. He'd promised them both a ride to work. Thankfully, Holden was waiting at the back door of the band hall for them.

"Oh, God, I'm suppose to train Essie today." Now Macy really looked like that would be impossible.

"I can do it. You, should just ..get in bed. Get some sleep." He told her, but she shook her head, no.

They slid into Holden's backseat.

"Essie, is starting tonight?" Holden didn't look to keen on it.

"God, its not going to be that bad." Gage almost cracked a laugh. How could one person make two people sick at once? "I mean, yeah, my brother used to date her, and she's impossibly religious, but she's not that bad."

Holden didn't respond but turned up the mix of classical music that Matti gave him for Christmas. She'd been home for all of three days and two of them he had six hour shifts. Gage supposed he knew why Holden was so glum, but Macy, she really did look ill. God, he hoped he didn't catch it.