Another One Bites The Dust - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Why are you shivering?”
The Russian eyed his American partner with an incredulity that bordered on hopelessness.
“Because I am cold.”
Napoleon saw now that his usually steady partner was sweating, the thin white shirt clinging to his body.
“What…?”
The unspoken question was left hanging in the air.  The two were separated for most of their time in the enemy camp; his friend had been the guinea pig yet again.
“Well, we’re in the clear now, just hang in and…”
Too late; the blond collapsed into a heap.  Just another opportunity to prove good will triumph in the end.

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[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Indeed, we probably ought to do something about that thin white shirt that is clinging so precariously to his fevered body... hmmm... imagery is everything, isn't it.