RyanJXavier
The Chosen One
Lucario groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He put one of his hands on his head feeling himself burning up by the minute. What? All I did was go to a fair. Maybe he had been near someone who was ill. Or maybe his writer didn't get any notifications from this website. Who knows. Lucario shifted himself in his bed to look at the time. His hand grabbed the phone by his bedside as he propped himself up on with one of his elbows and dialed the office. "...Lucario Anderson. ....I'm sick. Fever....yeah. Okay thank you" He hung the phone back up and pulled a pillow over his head.