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Vik, physically ill, unable to get out of bed, already thrown up twice: Simon, I think I'm ill.

Simon: and? what do you want me to do?

Josh: *sneezes once*

Simon: oH MY GOD BABY ARE YOU OK, COME ON, LET'S GET YOU TO A DOCTOR

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