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Reese was somewhat aware Sam had gotten her up and they
were moving toward the stairs.
It had to be the flu, she half thought half mumbled on
their way up.
"Where's Pop?" she then asked as they made it to her room
and Sam getting her to the bed before she half fell the rest of the way,
groaning and waving her good hand toward her friend's effort to get her under
the covers. She was supposed to have called him today and looked at the
phone on her bedside table and tried reaching for it.
She managed to pull it toward her by using the cord that
was nearer to her than the phone, sticking the earpiece next to her face while
Sam tended to her other hand.
She looked at the keypad and grumbled something about 'why
can't we be the jetsons and just say a name without dialing...' before
somehow managing to dial the number and waiting for an
answer.
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