There was only suffocating silence on the journey until they arrived at Cordy's mansion.
She had just alighted when the car sped off right then.
She just wanted to offer a polite word of gratitude in return—even if it was a bumpy ride, there was no doubt that Lucas bailed her out and brought her home.
She was just about to turn and leave when she realized Lucas' coat was still on her.
It was fine, since she could sleep better with his scent.
Patients could not be choosers.
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The next day, Zoe texted their chat group: [I wish I was dead. Anyone up yet?]
Cordy, who was suffering from a head-splitting headache, replied: [Yeah.]
She put a hand on her forehead and noticed that she was slightly feverish, so she made a mental note to take some cold medicine as she got out of bed.
On the other hand, Zoe was already on the subway heading to the studio for their rehearsal early in the morning.
She thought she could die just as she woke up.
Still, she asked Quinn: [What about you? @Quinn]
Quinn was not replying, however, and Zoe joked: [The one who keeps losing sleep is sleeping like a log, huh?]
Then, she asked Cordy: [What are you doing waking this early? You're the boss, so sleep in. You're not a worker like me.]
Cordy certainly did not need to go to work, but her insomnia and fever prevented her from catching any sleep. [Can't sleep. Head hurts.]
[No binge drinking next time.]
[I agree.]
[By the way, I wasn't dreaming last night, was I? That had to be John…]
[No, it isn't. I'll send you the dossier I have on him.]
Cordy found the dossier in her phone and sent it into the chat group.
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