Taylor's Cold

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Taylor groaned, throwing her holopad at the wall and breaking it...again...
"Something wrong, beautiful?" Daniel said.
"Go away, Daniel," Taylor growled, massaging her forehead.
"Headache?"
She nodded slightly. He walked out and returned with a painkiller.
She took it and then mumbled, "Thanks.."
He felt her forehead and grimanced. "Yeah... I think you have a cold..."
She coughed. "What? Why?" She coughed again. "I'm fine!"
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"It's cold..."
He covered her with a blanket and she quickly fell asleep.
He smiled slightly. "Feel better, Liz..."
He walked out.

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