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Jessica

I say nothing as I watch Tabby look at the tubes of swabs she took from Jackson, looking for a positive marker. I don’t understand why I am so angry. Damon is my boss and someone I shouldn’t even think about, but I do think about him…way more than I should.

I think I am mad that he lied.

Damon Ricci does do girlfriends; he just doesn’t do me.

“Yep. Influenza for the win,” Tabby announces, shaking the vial in her hand. Jackson smiles brightly and then sighs, laying back down as he coughs pathetically. I watch as Tabby smiles, rubbing his forehead, “Don’t worry, this should only last three days to five.” Jackson sighs, looking into Tabby’s eyes.

“And you’ll check on me, right? Dr. Tabby?” He groans like he’s in pain.

Damon chuckles but then quickly hides it by clearing his throat, “Sure. Dr. Tabby would love to come to check on you every day.”

Tabby nods, smiling, “Yes, I can do that,” she then turns her attention to me. “Jessica, have you ever had the flu?” she asks, throwing